“OH!” CRIED ELIZABETH, “I AM EXCESSIVELY DIVERTED. BUT IT IS SO STRANGE!” –– Elizabeth Bennet when her father reads her Mr. Collins letter of the rumors of engagement to Mr. Darcy.
I find myself in the strange predicament of needing to be diverted (entertained, amused), and yet my attention is terribly diverted. How can I be in two different states at the same time? I’ll tell you. I am buying a house; a house with a chicken coop, a small pond, and a barn to expand our rabbitry. The house has several odd jobs that need fixed before the basement is ready to rent out and it is spring and I need to till the ground and plant a garden. Chickens. Rabbits. House. Garden. And not necessarily in that order. I have a huge to do list and the longer I have to wait to get started, the more I am in need of doing something about it. I am losing sleep over the things I need to get done and by what time I need to get them done by. I am terribly distracted in my other duties. My attention truly is diverted.
The strange thing is, as I plan, my heart beats faster and I find myself in an extreme state of excitement to finally be in my own house again. It has been over four years since I was able to have chickens and rabbits of my own, both hobbies that I adored. To think that I will be able to pick up these hobbies in a few short weeks stirs emotions that I have not felt in years. I am highly distracted from the worrisome thoughts and cares of becoming a homeowner again. I should feel some level of trepidation and anxiety, but all I can think about is having my own backyard again. Having my dog run free on an acre lot instead of using a litter box in my townhouse garage on my 12 hour shifts would be a welcome relief. Picking fresh vegetables every day and having enough to spare to share with neighbors and friends and family is right up my alley. Collecting tasty farm fresh free-range eggs every morning and feel like it is Christmas every time there is an egg to harvest is better than most things in this world.
I have the excitement that is terribly diverting from the things I need to do now. I need to pack, but there is only so much I can do three weeks before a move. I need to approve and edit my next chapter from my editor. I need to cook dinner. I need to clean out my car. Don’t get me wrong, I am still doing all these things, but I find my mind is otherwise engaged. I am quite distracted. In fact, I would say I am so distracted that I think of little else. For the first time in over a year, it has taken me three weeks to finish my latest JAFF book find. The book if fantastic, but there is so much to do! The problem is, and just as Elizabeth says, it truly is strange, I am so diverted from these tasks that I am entertained! Two totally different definitions and connotations of the same word, yet I exist in both states.
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