I am so guilty of this--focusing on the one out-of-the-ordinary, pain-in-the-arse task, inconvenience, or new thing that will be, in reality, uncomfortable for maybe five minutes. But here I am, already having dedicated countless minutes to imposing that discomfort on myself.
I don't know how we got this way. Surely, our hunter-gatherer ancestors needed that antennae, that apprehension of the unknown, but they couldn't have lived it *all* the time, or we wouldn't be here. We'd have killed each other off or died under stress-related illness long before now.
I don't have the reason and, let's face it, it's not like I have the answer, either. But I'm aware of it. Even if I shift my focus back to the one cloud in an otherwise perfect sky, I remember. I shift back.
Really, I think that's all we can hope for in the beginning. But that's not a small thing--to have the power, the choice, to shift focus?That's some bad-ass magic right there. Remember that; when you reclaim your focus, you reclaim your power.