Even as I attempt to write a blog post, I am reminded of the symptoms of my self-diagnosed combined ADHD. There is a lot I would like share on this subject (maybe even too much) and sometimes I find it hard to get my ideas to stand in line and wait their turn.
I imagine that in my mind there are two rooms, one where ideas are born, and the other where they are processed into something that can be seen and understood by the outside world. Between these two rooms there is a door. For the most part, the ideas are content to stay in the first room. They don’t even seem to notice the door, never-mind the world the lies beyond.
Oh, but if one of them happens to catch a glimpse, they all rush for the door at once, pushing and clawing, trying to force their way through. It feels like a power-surge of inspiration, but If I am not prepared, it can end in disappointment, and frustration. You see, only one idea can fit through the door at a time, and all the time they are struggling to be the one chosen idea, they are also growing. My mind is filled with so many thoughts going in different directions it feels like Grand Central Station. In desperation, I grab the idea that looks most promising, shove the others back, slam the door shut, and lock it; hoping I have made the right choice. Other times, If I happen to have a pen and paper handy, I will write down as many of the ideas as possible, and start working on them one at a time. If an idea isn’t thoroughly processed (or written down) in a timely manner, there is no telling if or when it will return.