Stuck in the Middle, Pt, 1.
Ed Note: This is one of those personal posts in which I’m likely to come of as whining or in need of therapy. I’m not doing the former, but I don’t have time for the latter, so this is the only place I have to put this stuff for now.
I’ve written before about how having ADD can make you feel like you’r from another planet when dealing with other people, especially people who don’t have ADD. It’s true even where people who love you are concerned, up to and including your spouse. (And your kids, but I’ll get to that later.) It can mean that even though you share your life with someone, you occupy entirely different world, maybe in a different galazy altogether.
Last night, the hubby and I were chatting after getting home from work. (As much as we could between getting dinner and taking care of the kids.) I was unwrapping the mouthguard I bought on the way home. (My third in the past year, which I bought after realizing I’d bitten through my second one.) I mentioned that I had something mind that I wanted to write, which I described as “a long, thought piece, with way too many links, and probably better suited for magazine writing than for blogging. But, try as I might, I can’t find a gig like that.” (I’ve since abandoned the piece since the time it would take to research and write it almost guarantees it won’t be very timely.)
He said, “Well, you will someday.”
I raised an eyebrow and asked, “You really think so?”
He said, “Yes. You’re a great writer, honey. And if you keep writing it’ll happen.”
Wow. The man believes in me. I’m not so sure myself that anything going to happen along those lines. But we’re looking at it from very different perspectives, I realize.
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