So, it’s that time again. Time for me to write an ADHD blog post.
And it’s a good time, I just finished writing a post for another blog, so I can just roll right into it, right?
Except, first I need to get myself a cup of coffee.
That won’t take long.
I get up to make the coffee, clean out the filter cup, put it in the grinder, and find myself in the living room where I write, turning on a light. It’s gotten dark you see, October clouds.
Then, with the living room where I write in a better light, literally, as it were, I try to remember what I was doing. Right, getting a cup of coffee.
I check the situation in the kitchen, turn on the grinder, it shuts off when the filter cup is full. I pop it into the Keurig and push the button, since the cup seems to be sitting in the coffee maker with a spot of cream in it already. Who did that?
Now I’m standing in the garage, as one does, wondering what I came out here for. It must have been something simple, something I could just grab and go with, cause I’m in sock feet and Canadian garage floors are pretty cold in October.
I look around me to see if I can remember what I came out here for. But five minutes later I find myself going through a box of CDs that I’d never unpacked from my move.
I find about twenty CDs out of the 200 that I’ve gone through that I decide have to come into the house to be put with the ones that are already crowding the shelf by the stereo, and then wonder again what I am doing in the garage.
I try to think back to when I left the living room, I remember messing with the lights and shuffling around some remote light switch gear, I wonder if I was looking for more of that? I remember thinking that there are lights in the front room that would be nice to have on remotes, ’cause there’s no fixture in the ceiling of the front room.
But no, that wouldn’t have sent me out into the garage. The other remote gear is in the office upstairs in a box.And besides, that was before I returned to the coffee maker.
Wait! I made coffee, right? Where is that at?
I return to the living room with the CD’s and glance out into the kitchen and there’s my cup of coffee, sitting on the coffee maker.
I go get it, set it beside my chair and grab my computer.
I sit down and ponder where the last ten minutes went. But I already know. ADHD time. I’m on ADHD time.
ADHD time is all the time
And that ten minutes will be repeated every ten minutes through out my day. If not exactly the same ten minutes, then in slight variations of the theme.
And, my feet are cold. Oh yeah, the garage.
What the hell was I supposed to be doing in the garage?
Nope …. no idea.