In the end, those with and without attention deficit come with imperfections, so why not accept them — and ourselves?
by Jane D.
The morning started with searching for the appointment book again... one of at least a half-dozen appointment books. There is the Google calendar, the Yahoo calendar, the legal pad with the litany of to-do items, resolutions, promises, goals, short term, medium term, long term.
All I want to do is take a match and burn everything. If you can't find it, then burn the pile and start over again! That should be the new motto for ADDers.
Last night at 10:30 — at a time when most normal people get ready for bed — I started to do things like wash dishes, make pasta, answer emails that had been sitting in the in-box (seemingly collecting mold or rot), and rummaging through magazines and reading articles from months ago. I thought about the seemingly angry and argumentative boyfriend, AKA jerk-jock. We all come with warts and faults, so why not overlook them and forgive sometimes? In the end, we are all fallible.
As I write, I've found the appointment book hidden behind a pile of papers and books. I feel like I can exhale again, that the day can finally begin.