![]() Probably trying to juggle plates in my head while avoiding algebra! This is vintage teenage angst reaching it\’s peak at around 15 years of age. Understandably he\’s not above offering me cold cash to wait in the car when stopping by the store. My particular version of ADD includes another less mentioned symptom for which I tested super positive: hyper-focus! That means it’s not uncommon for my husband to have to come down the aisles looking for me, (having dashed away to ‘grab a package of pasta’) only to find me intently involved in researching the best can of tomato sauce absorbed in a concentration loop so deep I didn’t even hear him calling my name. It is a wonderful problem to have if you’re a songwriter but not so great if you are just trying to pick up a few things in the grocery store. This could pertain to the plan for the day or the plan for the end of the sentence I started. Growing up in the 60’s before ADD became a diagnosable condition, I managed to escape being labeled or prescribed any meds to tone down my high charged flickering noisy pinball-machine brain.Īlthough not physically hyperactive, between the ears I was usually either bouncing off the walls with continuous thoughts, images, ideas, and options, or lost down some rabbit hole way off the map of whatever my original plan might have been. On a bad day the inside of my head is like twelve TV sets blaring on different channels. In a beautiful world where he plans out his day and steps into it and can pretty much predict almost to the second when he’ll turn the key in the door and walk back in the house, goals reached, done and dusted.Ī few years back I (finally) took a test and passed with flying colors, making it official (newsflash)…I have ADD! I had suspected as much but my tendencies didn’t always fit the classic symptoms. ![]() Ahh…inspiration! It occurs to me that one of the reasons I am in love with being on a train is that it provides my body and soul the rare and delightful experience of getting from point A to point B in a straight line and on time. I wasn\’t sure what I was going to write about for my second newsletter until just this moment. I’ve pulled out my laptop and, as the lake and trees go blurring by out of the corner of my eye, I find my center. I’m on a train right now as I write this, gliding along from Manhattan to Rhinecliff in a state of pure joy. This is an photo of my aura, using a method known as \”Kirlian Photography.\” I was told that this shows the creative energy around me.
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