Thankful for ADHD

At first, they look random...

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Beautiful Distractions

ADHD is a conventionally a “disorder” in that it is an imbalance of the mind and comes with it’s own set of challenges and impairments. It should be approached, like any other animal, with respect for the harm it can inflict. But I think it’s naive to call it a weakness. The very challenges it brings spark creativity and motivation to take action in a special way.

It’s likely that if there were no ADHD, there would be little to no:

  • Midnight doughnut/taco/ice cream runs
  • Creative and wildly imaginative stories and screenplays
  • Unorthodox yet excellent solutions to engineering problems
  • Stand-ups against corruption in the established order
  • Awkward yet awesome toys
  • No persistent adventurers
  • No Gandalfs; or Tolkiens; or fantasy writers; or fiction
  • Resourcefulness
  • Jokes to relieve everyone in overwhelmingly sad circumstances
  • Art for art’s sake
  • Willingness to break away when everyone else is stuck and…
  • Willingness to stay on task when everyone else wants to quit

Just saying.

I’m really thankful for those in my life who wrangle the ADHD bulls within themselves.

 

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Kurt Cobain’s birthday this past Thursday–he would have been 47

I wonder how the rest of the band members feel on this day (February 20th). I wonder how his family feels. I wonder what it was like to have the stomach pains that he endured, created or given.

Do they drag out the old sad stories? Do they work extra hard to keep them put away?

I wonder how Neal Young feels about Cobain quoting his song at the very end of his life:

“My, my, hey, hey,
Rock and roll is here to stay
It’s better to burn out than to fade away
My my, hey hey”

I wish he had stayed with us.

And he didn’t fade away.

 

Connecting Dots

He doesn't know a way out, but knows a way IN, Precious...

Figuring OUT

 

Sometimes I connect dots, of which I do not know whether they are supposed to connect.

I have to try. If I don’t, how can I make any sense of “supposed to”?

*Warning* If you require only happy posts, this one is not for you. It does have light at the end of it though.

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The righteous falls, and rises again

13 My son, eat honey, for it is good, and the drippings of the honeycomb are sweet to your taste.
14 Know that wisdom is such to your soul; if you find it, there will be a future, and your hope will not be cut off.
15 Lie not in wait as a wicked man against the dwelling of the righteous; do no violence to his home;
16 for the righteous falls seven times and rises again, but the wicked stumble in times of calamity.

–From Proverbs 24

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Letting go completely

Giving up control at the right moments is necessary for succeeding

In order to be successful in skiing, you have to get through and get over that moment where you completely give up control to gravity, and let the force of nature take you.

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Fight to Live

“We live to fight another day.”

Living to Fight, to Live

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This old expression makes sense if your purpose is to fight. When it’s us-against-them time and your objective is to win, this gives you reason to rejoice. But what if you are fighting for something else?

 

 

I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say, “We fight to live another day.”

 

 

Costco Stoics

When’s the last time you saw a happy Costco employee? It’s been a long time for me. They always strike me as British public service employees. Trying to get them to smile becomes a fun challenge for tourists.

Costco Game Face. I almost saw this expression on a supervisor and a snack bar employee.

Costco Game Face. I almost saw this expression on a supervisor and a snack bar employee recently.

The supervisors are really bad but the snack bar people are worse.

 

 

 

 

 

What company do you know that has employees who seem to be happy to work there? I’m trying to come up with a list of my own.
In-N-Out (All hail)
Disney? (Nope. Maybe once upon a time.)

Hmm, this is tougher than I thought. Help!

I’ve got a confession

I voted for the California chicken regulations. You know, the kind where they give more humane conditions to chickens and simultaneously make farming–an already perilous career–in America an even more bad idea. I have nothing against chickens so these laws are nice in intent but quagmireish in result, I fear.

I’m sorry.

Darkness of Night…mares

My son had a nightmare. He woke up calling and repeatedly crying out for, “Light!–Light!–Light!

His music box tied to his crib has a little night light on a timer. He quickly must have climbed up to turn it on. Between his sobbing and asking for Light and Mama, I had wondered if maybe he felt some real kind of pain. But it seemed that he had only been dreaming after all. The irony is that we were, at that moment, watching Twilight: Breaking Dawn part 2; that while we were watching a movie about Dark, Dark, he was crying for Light, Light.

Yet another reminder to me that our feelings and sensibilities work even without our awareness. Some things bother us for reasons, even if our cultured mind tells us that we should pay them no mind. Put in sexy young actors, a trendy soundtrack, take out the blood, and suddenly you can forget about the wanton violence and cursed, demon-spawn that originally was the world of vampires.

Dude, who WOULDN’T want to be this brand of monster?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m not saying that everything with an element of fear or evil should be strictly off-limits to children. I only advocate moderation and intentionality. (Don’t get me started on my Alice & Wonderland rant. I’ll save that for another post.) But my son reminds me, in his own way, that nearly everything that is going on matters. That there really is a Battle going on all the time and ground is either being gained or surrendered.

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Angry

I’m so pissed off today.

So what?

I’m really angry about what’s not working. What’s not happening. What I don’t understand.

Who cares? Change it then.

Show me the way, and give me the courage…