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There Are Days

calendar, all the days
So many days …

There are days when we struggle.

There are days when we win, maybe they are fewer, hard to say from inside the middle of a day.

I suspect that every day has some win and some struggle in it.

I suspect the days when I feel like I’ve won are days when the success was large enough to occlude the struggles.

As I write this …

There’s rain falling steadily outside my window, the glass has scattered raindrops arrested in mid descent with comet tail streaks behind them marking their decelerating path from where they hit to where they stopped.

And a good friend is playing a cover of a Neil Young song on Facebook Live. His name is Dave and he’s been playing a song a day for his friends and acquaintances, he has a big heart and he works at sharing his goodness.

It’s a good day.

Some days are good

I have problems that result from my having ADHD, they show up every day, they have a better work ethic than I do and mine is pretty damned good even if I have to say that myself.

But there are days when I deal with those problems, thwart them, work around them, ignore them, shut them down and drive on through them.

There are also days when they hold me back and cause me to be less efficient than I’d like to be. But even on those days, if I accept them and keep going, I still win.

Some days are not so good

I have problems that result from my having ADHD, they show up every day, they have a better work ethic than I do and mine is pretty damned good even if I have to say that … what? I already told you that?

Well, that’s not unusual. This morning I asked a fellow contractor if he had a spare octagon box for wiring in a light. He had asked me if I had a few scraps of drywall to finish up something he was doing. He said he’d check and we could swap. Then I thought I should check my trailer and see if maybe I already had a spare. Then I thought about the fact that I was moving one light and installing another and that I only had one box … but there was a box already up there, the one I was moving, and then I realized I only bought one box because I already had one up there and …

I’d spent time, wasted it really, thinking about it, asking him for it, looking for one, and then realized I didn’t need it. I messaged him and told him not to bother bringing me the box, lied and said I’d found one.

So it goes …

It will likely be a long day.

But, no matter how many things like that happen, I can still work toward accomplishments.

And even if there are more struggles than successes today, today isn’t my last day, as far as I am aware.

So the real win is this: There are days, many days, and I will take all of them I can get.

There Are Days


Kelly Babcock

I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting, growing up in a manner I like to refer to as free range. I live in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or more generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. I write two blogs here at Psych Central, one about having ADHD and one that is a daily positive affirmation that acts as an example of finding the good in as much of my life as I possibly can.

Find out more about me on my website: writeofway.

email me at ADHD Man


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Babcock, K. (2020). There Are Days. Psych Central. Retrieved on June 2, 2020, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/adhd-man/2020/05/there-are-days/

 

Last updated: 29 Apr 2020
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