Never let anyone else’s perspective override your own inner truth.
Everything we hear is an opinion, not fact. Everything we see is perspective, not the truth. – Marcus Aurelis.
change of direction
salt air in the springtime breeze
Day trippin north. I never head north, always south, so I needed to head north. Fresh little markets and azure waters dot my route and it takes my mind off the strangeness these first few months of this new year that have got me feeling. Read More
I should write more. It’s the pesky inconsistencies of ADHD.
It’s there swirling about inside my head all incohesive like as usual. March with its Springbreakers here in vacation land USA kept me busy work wise, a pinched nerve in my shoulder is still rendering my arm numb right down to the fingertips, it’ a painful process to even type. I suppose PT is in the near future, I’d say UGH, but it’s probably not a bad idea. Read More
…there are just too many thoughts at one time.
That’s what the past 2 weeks have seemed, much like this strange half frozen egg found in my fridge a couple of weeks ago. Not quite this, not quite that. Regardless I still had to make an impromptu run to the market to pick up fresh eggs to finish off my baking. Such is life with ADHD, you just keep on keeping on. Baking. Half baked. That’s rich. Ha-ha. That’s a fitting descriptive.
half way in between
the problem with A D D
jump swirl jump again again
Found: Broken Pieces.
‘as small as the world and as large as alone.’
Autumn Beach Walk, 2017
For whatever we lose, (like a you or like a me), it’s always ourselves we find at the sea. E.E. Cummings
I advocate ADHD because I should have been a better role model. I advocate ADHD because no one ever did so for me.
The whole thing saddens me really to the point I mostly didn’t even want to comment anything about it. That’s typical me. I don’t compute insinuation very well, I find it ridiculous without facts and since I can’t take in account all the facts on every individual with ADHD and/or on Adderall I just rather not part take in any mud slinging. Read More
How old is old?
I think we carry a picture of ourselves in our head that’s just lodge in there regardless how many years or decades go by, often when I see a recent picture of myself I’ll wonder who is that woman with all those lines around her eyes that vaguely resembles me.
I can’t remember the context of the conversation but I was at my brother’s house one Sunday having dinner and had commented on being middle age. Middle Age. Oh he just laughed and laughed. What. The. Hell. Read More