I am an ADD addled procrastinator. Self diagnosed (the first part) because they didn’t throw that stuff around when I was a kid. However, I found my first two ‘report cards’ from preschool the other day, and they both mention what a difficult time I had paying attention.
Redemption. Of a sort. The problem is documented but it’s still a problem. Self directed activities are an ongoing challenge for me and yet, in a way, the only environment in which I can achieve.
I had to be an artist. Truly–I have always been convinced that I was not fit for most other avocations. But I still have to drag my ass to the studio most days.
Why? What for? And when does it end?
Never, me thinks. This die is cast. The best I can hope for is to either come up with strategies or to ride roughshod over myself. Usually I settle on a mix of the two.
And then there are days like this one. I slept ten plus hours but still woke up tired. I had a two hour nap this morning and then, after lunch, the storms rolled in. Kumo jumped in my lap (he loathes the thunder) and I thought perhaps another lie down was called for.
I am not one of those dog owners who sleeps with their pet and my dog respects this preference. However, Kumo knows that if there is a lightning storm I shall bend the rules. I turned on the fan and the two of us crawled in bed, me spooning the little white dog with the wildly beating heart.
Nothing tangible was accomplished but I reveled in the moment. This too—the in between—is living.
Sounds like a good day! But, check out pinterest for tons of ways to be productive when you have add or adhd, or other neuro atypical brain things.
I beg to differ Linnea, I feel you and Kumo accomplished much! That quality time together was and is important! I wish I had a “Kumo” etc, to share storms with! I worked all day and couldn’t swim because of the storms, tomorrow we’ll all accomplish “other” things!❤️
It sure is. Your writing is Divine. Your thoughts are mighty. ❤️
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Such beautiful Thoughts and behaviors on your part.
It’s hardly surprising that you’re tired, given what you’ve been and are still going through!
Love to hear that little Kumo feels so safe with you!