Dear Readers,
Some days I sit down to write and everything is in the way. The kettle hisses just as the first sentence forms. A friend pings. The flowers at the shop need trimming. I remember something I forgot to send. The page, once blank, becomes a battleground.
And yet, eventually, I hush the world for just long enough to settle into the work, into the heartbeat of it. Focus, I’ve found, isn’t always about stillness. It’s about return. Again and again, we bring ourselves back.
To those who are struggling to focus, you are not alone. Our attention is a fragile thing in a world always reaching for it. But your voice matters, your work matters, and if you lose the thread, you can always pick it back up again.
As always, thank you for reading.
With steady hands and a slightly cluttered desk,
Loneleigh Resident
Editor-in-Chief, The Beaver Pride