But I Digress...

This SHOULD be the title of my blog. That is Me in a Nutshell, one big giant Digression. Not being self-deprecating here. Rest assured, I firmly believe that if I were not here, the people that know and love me would definitely feel the void, and they'd be looking for my usual daily...hourly...minutely...momentary....Non-sequitors, whether they would like to admit it or not. To deny so would make them bold-faced Liars. But I digress... (see how fitting and utterly appropriate it is???)

We are fast approaching Christmas. It frustrates me how few hours there truly are in the day. When one is not working or tending to their family's wants/needs/etc., one has so few precious minutes to accomplish anything, and poof...it's gone. And when you have Severe A.D.D., even on proper medication, you find yourself jumping from project to project, and most of them end up becoming unfinished projects. Hello, welcome to my past 20 years. Endearing though it may be for some (very few, more likely), it is most annoying to myself. "Duty Calls" has become the death knell to my To-Do Lists as of late...that in combination with putting too much on my plate at one time.

I once worked with a girl at Target who said (Pardon my French as I quote her) “If you choose to flop over and take it up the ass, the only thing you’ll get from it is a sore asshole.” I didn’t get it at first, for obvious reasons—idioms and euphemisms are lost on me. Older and wiser me understands this now, and no not from experience. It's true; you gain nothing by letting people walk all over you...letting them manipulate you...letting them make you feel any less than you ought to.

One Thing At A Time was...is, never in my lexicon. I've always been trying to multitask, whether or not on purpose, which inevitably leads to overfilling my plate like always, or becoming a decapitated chicken.