It’s unseasonably warm today and, so far, I’m not really doing the work I had planned to do.
Instead, I’m resting and refreshing.
As in quenching a thirst.
As in reloading a screen so it can reset.
As in a new perspective making you feel better.
Here are a few things I noticed this September Saturday
1) the afternoon light in the backyard has changed and it has a Fall ‘feel’ to it now.
2) the purple fireweed along the road where Khalee and I walk isn’t as prominent but there seems to be a lot of goldenrod right now.
3) 7pm has a much more evening-like feel than it did in August.
4) I am really drawn towards writing fiction at the moment, I can feel a story at the edges of my brain but it’s not ready to be written yet.
5) Cooking feels far more interesting now that the temperature has dropped a little.
I have had a very interruption-heavy couple of weeks and I have been having trouble getting some important tasks finished.
And that has been hard on my brain.
Everyone has trouble rebounding from interruptions but for those of us with ADHD interruptions are even more dangerous. Not only does the effort to get back on task take even more energy than it does for the average person but there is also the risk of getting even more distracted in the process.
And then my brain likes to toss around the idea that the delay in finishing things is due to something I “should” have been able to account for.
Once upon a time, those “should” thoughts were loud and would completely derail me but since being medicated they mostly just cause me some static. I’m not fully aware of them but they just kind of clutter up part of my brain.
And, of course, if my brain is cluttered then it is hard for me to make any of my plans or tasks really clear.
Which makes it hard for me to do them.
Which compounds the initial problem that the interruptions caused.
Which is why I have decided to spend a good chunk of my Saturday working to clear the backlog and get my brain decluttered.
Saturdays are usually pretty straightforward days with fewer interruptions.
Let’s see how it goes.
We used to keep these in jars as “pets” when I was young.
I feel like we saw more of them then but perhaps I just spent more time crawling around in the grass where I’d have a better chance of seeing them.
This one was on my swing yesterday and I got him to climb on a stick so I could return him to the grass.
I didn’t name him nor did ai put him in a jar.
It’s about a woman who finds a spaceship in her attic.
I’m just not sure why the spaceship is there yet.
I hope it becomes clearer as I write on.
