I remind myself daily: focus and attention are powerful, priceless resources. We nourish with our attention; what we focus on flourishes. Because our gaze is gold, others might be hungry for it. Sometimes, the one who craves our attention deserves it. But, because attention is so valuable, some people plunder it, manipulate to draw the focus of others to themselves by any means necessary. The hidden costs of misspent focus can be enormous, resulting in the loss of tranquility, productivity, and yet another valuable resource: time.
Plundered
On Tuesday, April 7, 2026, the world’s attention was hijacked—drawn in one horrible direction. Like so many others, I watched, waited, and hit refresh on the news to see if the Madministration would dare to destroy an entire people, make good on its wild, reckless threat. With my energy plundered, the work I meant to do that day never materialized.
Time revealed that the threat had been an idle one, but the fear was real. How could we not look? Dr. Heather Cox Richardson identified the Madministration’s sick tactic as domestic terrorism, an attack, not just against the world, but also the United States—rhetorical violence employed to cause fear in the people, a nauseating stunt ultimately crafted to shelter a frail ego.
I forgave myself for looking. I also vowed to refocus my attention, to treat my gaze like the prized, precious resource that it is, and to fight against having another day, another minute, hijacked in this manner.
How to Save and Spend the Gold
Conditioning of focus requires both careful withholding and lavish spending. From the wolfish forces that slaver after attention and devour it (along with one’s peace), I avert my gaze. Because in such times as these I must stay informed, I track news, but only through the most trusted of filters.
The more happy work is where to look, where to spend my energy and focus. Loved ones. Beauty. Nature. My own creative work. A satisfying line of prose, a sketch, a corner brightened by spring flowers are all respites. They replenish. They offer fresh perspective, delight, even hope.
This Dance is Not Just For the Sugar Plum Fairies
And, hey…it isn’t just roses and sweet treats over here.
Careful, strategic looking at the terrible can also be necessary, medicinal, and right. As the predatory nature of powerful figures has been increasingly revealed, the last year and a half has felt like a relentless assault on childhood, girlhood and womanhood. A literal assault for some…too many. I can’t reverse the damage done by these forces, but I can look away from the predators and listen as those hurt by that damage find courage to speak. Honing my gaze, training it on what is most worthy of my attention, I can give my focus to what has been silenced, even if it is difficult to hear. I can encourage all who are vulnerable to find a voice, a vehicle, a medium for their beautiful, creative interior selves. And I can make sure that I also give myself time and space to speak, write, and make.
Noelle Beverly writes poetry and prose, supports local writers in the surrounding community, and is a member of the BACCA Literary group. Photo by the author.

























