Life is like food. Some people take raw ingredients and make their meals from scratch.
Others are perfectly happy with just tearing open a box and adding water and heat to the contents.
And then there are the people like you and me that waffle back and forth, and often make a mess.
Today Is a holiday
It’s Boxing day. And yesterday I was supposed to write a post according to my schedule, but it was Christmas day.
I still wrote a “Today I Love …” post yesterday, but that one was an easy thing on a day so full of potentially lovable things that writing it was a joy itself.
And though today is also a day off supposedly, my contract says I write three posts for this blog every week, and I have only three week days left so this is the first for this week.
And what’s with the soup?
Like many families, ours is an amalgamation of two such entities that culminate in our household. So we celebrate the holidays twice, once with my family and once with hers.
That has been accomplished. We’ve been “Christmased to the hilt” as my brother used to say. And there are leftovers.
So yes, there’s a big pot of bits and pieces that contain within them the nutrients that sustain life and the flavors that make it worth while, all simmering away in enough water to draw that goodness out into a stock.
And that reminded me of my life!
I often discover that there are parts leftover, or others that had gone missing, from projects and tasks that weren’t completed or were completed but not the way I’d intended them to be.
And when these extras are found, they often end up being incorporated into something else.
Part of why many of us with ADHD are hoarders is because we can all tell you of a time when the perfect thing needed to complete something in the perfect way was once in our possession and we turfed it or traded it or gave it away because it was taking up space.
Regret is a spice
Regret is is one of the seasonings of ADHD soup. Opportunity is another. We often solve problems with leftover remedies, solve puzzles by applying the lessons learned from seemingly unrelated riddles.
These spices are what makes us appear to be distracted. Well, being distracted also makes us appear to be distracted. But often we will come up with solutions, not because we focused on the problem but because we wandered away from it, though we carried it in the back of our mind all the while.
So the soup of life?
Some people like soup that’s just one thing with a bit of seasoning, some like the soup that has every thing in it.
Are you a cream of asparagus type of person or are you the chicken, vegetable, and noodle broth kind of person?
Personally, the soup of my days is never the same twice, and I’m okay with that.
And I love soup.