This morning, after a gruelling three days of moving (assisted by a posse of dear friends and a small convoy of vehicles), I sat on my very own deck drinking coffee, enjoying the glorious autumnal colors.
Am in Heaven, or what?
My deck is a Chickadee super-highway: they flit from my neighbor’s feeders on the left, across my deck and up to the balcony of my neighbor to the right, where again, they feast. I sat in the middle, daydreaming about finding the birdfeed which is packed somewhere along with the jars of lentils, rice, popcorn, and oatmeal in a box marked “kitchen.”
My plan is to be the feeder in the middle. I’ll sit on my deck, extend my arm, palm filled with a small pyramid of feed, inviting the Chickadees to land en route to and fro between the neighbors’ houses.
The perfect nest for a Chick ADD
As I sat there, I realized that I’ve landed in the perfect haven for a Chick A-D-D like me. My new home is kind of like a mullet (only much prettier). You know, business on the top, party at the back?
Except my house is more like: city in the back, country in the front.
From my deck at night, I can hear the sounds of cars and see the soft amber glow of the city’s downtown core to the southeast.
From my living room in the morning, my large window shows a panorama of ancient, multicolored maples, blocking out all but one house – a beautiful century farm home of red brick. A mere block’s walk away, I’m on the outskirts of town, surrounded by mixed bush, farmers’ fields, and an escarpment on the horizon that’s lushly carpeted with trees; the haze hangs greyly glowing in the late, overcast fall afternoon.
ADHD – living betwixt and between
I feel like I’ve landed between the best of both worlds.
It occurred to me that I’ve chosen a home that’s a perfect metaphor for my life with ADHD, and a balm for my HSP: one part of me striving for a companionable fit with the rest of my community; while the overwhelmed, hypersensitive, distracted side of me craves quiet contemplation and a retreat from the sounds and stimulation of public life.
I’ve moved in; now I’m moving on!
As I reflect on how much has changed since my ADHD diagnosis and treatment, I’m grateful for finding the perfect home where I can retreat from the challenges of society, nurture my daily ADHD treatment plan (including yoga, meditation, reading and learning about ADHD, and enjoying the company of supportive, unconditionally loving friends), and recharge my batteries.
It’s all part of the plan for the rest of my post-diagnosis life: minimizing the challenges of ADHD, maximizing my strengths, and seeing how far I can go in living to my full potential.
Better late than never. And definitely, life is far, far better since my diagnosis.