And The Walls Came Tumbling Down…

The word of the week is club, and this one, while fictional, treads a little closer to reality in points than maybe it should.  I think we have all been here a time or two, and this is the story of our narrator that gets a little overwhelmed by all the things they need to get done…

I started the day, the week, the month even, with a plan, and then life snuck up behind me with a club, bashing me over the head a few times.

I can’t blame reality, as in retrospect, as everyone else knew that I had bitten off more than I could chew, and scheduled more social engagement than any introvert would tolerate.

It took a single addition for what I felt were carefully laid plans, but were more like block activities stacked precariously by a toddler, to come tumbling down around my feet.

With too many options to choose, no way to prioritize, and a panic that it all had to be done now, I did what I do best in these situations, that is to say, nothing at all.

Paralyzed with indecision the tasks piled up, becoming an insurmountable wall of things to do, so high that I could no longer see anything, even that things that bring me joy.

I reacted at first like the toddler who stacked my to do list, crying, and then I threw half my list out, as I accomplished the rest slowly, in mourning for the tasks that wouldn’t be, in large part, due to untreated ADHD.

Hello Hello, it’s ADHD awareness month, which I just realized, because it snuck up on me again, even though I knew it was coming, and is the same month every year…wonder why?

Gone Forever

This one is a little piece about someone throwing something away. There is a lot left to the imagination, what is it, is it important, is it nothing? Sometimes you just gotta go for it and throw something away when you know there is no chance of getting it back, alternatively hoarding might be the lifestyle for you…

Manda rushed the garbage to the dumpster, seeing the truck coming down the lane to take it away. Throwing it out might come back to bite he later, but it was the right thing to do. It wouldn’t matter anyways, because no amount of backlash would bring it back.

No amount of garbage can recovery, or dumpster diving would find something heading for the landfill. It was gone, forever, and she felt a small amount of anxiety with her relief. She had long since learned the lesson “It was better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.”