Just Go
We were so broke. My son is nineteen now—almost the age I was when he was born (I was twenty-one). We were so broke. I didn’t go to college. He wasn’t even two when the 2008 financial …
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Keep Going
I’ve been struggling to write this. The ideas come…and then they’re gone. I really should write things down when they come to me. But I’ll try to fill you all in on what’s been …
The Wall of Suck
This week was a wall of suck. There are things happening that I’d rather not speak about yet. I will, in time. But right now, let’s go with it just sucks. Majorly. I met with my regular …
Fuck it. Just send it. Fix it in post.
Launching this blog, even it’s very basic current form, turned out to be a lot harder for me than I thought it would be. I tried to put myself on a short deadline but with reasonable targets, …
A day late…and a brain cell short?
Yeah, I’m writing this the next afternoon (afternoon of 9/27). I’m not sure what made me think that I could remember what I did yesterday when I struggled to remember where I set my …
I came apart
Saturday, 9/30 edit: I’m still writing my post from Wednesday. I’ve come to realize some things this past week about this life blogging endeavor: Yes, I deal only with extremes. i.e., Not …
Putting myself on the clock!
I took my sleeping meds earlier last night than on the first night….I didn’t go to sleep until after 1 a.m. Woke up groggy at about 7 a.m., but it’s unclear if the grogginess is from too …
Night owl and morning person...at the same time?
Took my sleeping meds for the first time last night at ~11:30. My provider has been encouraging me to take these for a while now. Something about turning my brain off and allowing my mind to rest is a …
Welcome to my life. It's madness. I won't be mad if you decide not to come back.
I went too hard yesterday. Pushed late into the night to finish a task because I didn’t want to carry it into the next week. I should have at least asked the stakeholder if the work needed to be …
I think I broke my brain by pushing too hard for too long.
I was diagnosed with ADHD at 37; looking back, it’s obvious. All I’ve ever known can be summed up in 2 points: I forget everything. I forget where I put things. And what work have I been …