There are plenty of stories out there about ADHD. I’ve told a few, well more than a few. And today? Today is no different. I want to tell you about my week.
On Monday I wrote this on Facebook: “Today I love the feeling I have for the latest song I’ve been working on, last night I got some really great tips that make me feel even more excited about this tune. I’ll try to get a rough copy of it up online in the next month or so.”
The truth is that I like the things I write, but I’m always convinced that they aren’t worthy of seeing the light of day.
Three professional musician/songwriters disagreed with me. They were quite positive that the song I was working on was good enough and ready to go.
On Tuesday, my job was to record video of a local band, Our Shotgun Wedding, while they were recording audio tracks for an upcoming release. I “taped” ’til my batteries died. Then when I had everything packed up, the two members of the group set me up in the studio with one of their guitars, two microphones, the full recording rig, and their engineer. So, on Tuesday I recorded the song I had referred to on Monday.
On Facebook I wrote: “Just recorded a brand new track at Applewood Studios, hope to sing the same song at Sounds at The Market. It was written as a wedding present for Dylan and Lauren, and recorded at the scene of their wedding.”
It’s a new day
On Wednesday I tucked my tale between my legs and headed off to the bank. I damaged my back in early June and was off work all summer. Since the work I do is seasonal, I missed this years income. I work as a contractors assistant, and I write. The manual labour is the meat and potatoes of my income, the money I make writing is the gravy. I’ve been living off nothing but gravy since I damaged my back.
I went into the bank in fear. I needed to ask them to reduce my monthly payments. My fear was that they would notice that my mortgage was up for renewal in February, and that I am a freelance writer, a.k.a. an intermittently employed writer, a writer who is constantly looking for work.
I felt certain that if these two issues were to come to light, I’d be advised to sell my home and settle up with them promptly.
These two issues came to light quite quickly. But apparently my history of paying off my debts had some sway. The mortgage due date is no longer next February, the mortgage was renewed on Wednesday with reduced payments.
Suddenly the stress was gone
On Thursday I woke up and took stock of my surroundings. For the first time in a long time I felt like I had control of things. My home is my home still, the weight I’ve been under has been reduced and I suddenly felt like I needed to take care of some more things. I started clearing things out of my basement, boxing them up and taking them to be disposed of. My Thursday went well, and as I wrote this. I was tired, but happy, healthy and hearty.
And what does all this mean?
It occurred to me last evening, that good things have happened to me this week. My ADHD was always present, but it always has been. It doesn’t rule the world. It doesn’t decide what will or will not happen. My ADHD does not run my life. It affects it, but that’s all.
So, sometimes good things happen to people with ADHD. And I can’t wait to see what happens today. I got a feeling it’s going to be good.