I’ve done me some contracting in my life. I’m not a licensed contractor, but I am skilled labor and I am a good contractor’s assistant.
And I’ve worked on some jobs, let me tell you.
And some of them had plans.
And some of them did not.
But let’s start with what a contract is in this context.
What’s a what?
A contractor is a person who contractually obligates themself to do a job as defined by the contract.
Many of these contracts are spoken contracts and involve no plans per se.
For instance, I was verbally contracted a few years ago to build an outhouse. It was a slow time and it was a job that needed to be done right.
There were no blueprints
I found a couple of drawings online, made some changes to the dimensions and added a couple of tweaks to make it work with our local codes. Everything went well.
Other jobs I’ve done have had even fewer plans, “Can you level my park model trailer?”, “Can you replace this window?”, “Can you remove this wall and make the roof not leak and re-tile this shower and …?”
But then …
I’ve done jobs with plans as well. Beautiful blueprints that spelled out every detail.
That’s not to say that things didn’t need to be changed when surprises were found, but it did make those changes easier because we knew where we were and where we needed to end up.
There was a plan.
These days are new and intriguing, aren’t they? We were all suddenly told that staying home, unless we were essential services, was the important thing to do.
And there was no plan for that.
My abilities mean that if I wanted to come out of retirement from contracting I could likely get work. Home maintenance and new builds for housing people are considered essential services here in my country.
But I’m not coming out of retirement. And I’m okay here at home doing the new work of writing, I enjoy it very much.
And yes, I’m still working at renovations, but there going on in my home right now, not outside in the “real world.”
And my plan?
My plan is to survive. And to not go so stir crazy that I start swallowing the crazy conspiracy theories that abound these days.
This thing that we’re dealing with has not happened before in living memory, but it has happened before. Just because we aren’t familiar with it doesn’t mean it isn’t real. And the politicians who are being accused of creating this thing … well, they aren’t that smart, but they’re smarter than to believe something as ridiculous as that.
My plan is to keep writing about ADHD, keep working on making my home renovation turn out good, keep baking bread which is something I was doing before this started, keep reading good books, watching TV with my partner in the evening, getting enough exercise and being whole, hale, and healthy when the new normal settles on us.
And just like doing renovations, life works better when you have a plan.
Life with ADHD is no different.
Get a plan, modify it when you need to, but keep the end result in mind.
Plan to have a good life.
And be well. okay? Good.