Daniel Goleman Focus Novels & Stories

“I want each of you to stand in front of the things you love the most and keep eye contact with it. You must be able to last for thirty minutes without placing a finger on your favorite things.” “What?!” Kale shouted, looking at the delicious food she had to resist eating. “But how does this help us with focusing?” Justin wondered. Leila stroked her chin, behaving like she was thinking of a reason. “This is not for the focusing part. This is for concentration. If you can control yourself from having, taking, or ingesting something you love the most then you will be able to concentrate on what you have to do. If there is no concentration, there is no focus.” That made sense. It was reasonable

After the news of my parents coming, I was very happy that I went about my training very enthused even though as usual the gamma was very fast and dealt me more blows than I had expected. I was distracted and the gamma noticed. “You have to be focused. You can't fight well if your mind is elsewhere. You have to concentrate” he berated me for the umpteenth time. “Im sorry. I'm just carried away thinking bout something” “Whatever it is that you are thnking about, now is not the time”

Just like always,I took a cup of coffee to kick start my day,bid my daughter and mother goodbye then left for work. _________ “Argh!”I groaned, slamming the file on the table in frustration. “You need to focus,Amanda.You need to focus.”I advised myself, taking a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. I have been trying to go through the business proposal but nothing seemed to make any sense.I just couldn't bring myself to focus no matter how hard I tried. I grabbed my phone and dialled Gabriel's contact.Perhaps hearing his voice will help me calm down a little bit.

Maybe pretending nothing happened was what both of us needed. Maybe this was the best way things could work So I did the only thing I could. I put everything else aside. I switched off my memories and concentrated all my energy in the only thing that had always made me stable. WORK. REPORTS CLIENT NOTES. CROSS CHECKING DATA WITH MARKET TRENDS. The kind of tedious, focused concentration that forced the mind into silence. I reminded myself, again and again, why I was here. Why my focus mattered. Distraction was not affordable for me even of the heart-hitching sort.

I had prepared the Carter and Reeves position with the same meticulous architecture I brought to everything, and I presented it with the calm authority of someone who does not need the room's approval to know that what she is saying is correct. I talked for eleven minutes without interruption. Charlie watched me for all eleven of them. Not obviously. He was too controlled for obvious. But I had spent four months in a penthouse learning the specific vocabulary of his attention, the particular quality of his focus when he was genuinely engaged rather than merely present, and I recognized it now the way you recognize a language you learned under duress. You do not forget languages learned under