My name is Maggie, I’ve never posted anything online before, but I wanted to add a few things about my ADHD. If you happen to have a passion for red and deeply focus on those, you're going to drop something else." Your attention flits between the many balls because they're all coming at you at the same time and you can't just focus on one of them. Plus the balls are painted with super shiny colors. PLUS you have way more balls, because your projects are broken up into smaller pieces. It takes LOTS more concentration just to keep juggling because you've got the mental overhead of staying upright. Not only are you trying to juggle, but you also don't have a firm surface under your feet. Without ADHD (or any mental disorder, for that matter), you're standing on the stage juggling. Unfortunately, life never lets you stop juggling - there's work projects, home projects, kids activities, household chores, personal life. It's not too long after that when the show ends and he gets to stop. Even as a professional, he does actually drop things occasionally. In just a few minutes, you can see the sweat start to bead on his brow from the effort. I'm sure he's practiced for years to do this, but when you watch him, he's shaking back and forth on the unicycle with an intense amount of concentration. Someone throws him each of the objects in turn and he starts juggling again. There's a guy there who juggles all kinds of random things - balls, swords, hats, fire, you name it. Rachel Binfold"Every few years, I go to the local Renaissance festival. What about actually making something great? What about getting shit done and creating something? People tell me I have amazing insights and ideas but what do I have to show for them? If I can learn to channel my energy and curiosity into real productivity, I will be a force." There’s always something I can tear into and dwell on for hours-but what is it all that intense contemplation really worth? There’s always one moreĪrticle, there’s always one more comment thread. Reddit, Hacker News, Stumble, Quora-these are all great but I’ve started to seriously cut down my info intake. It’s taking practice, but I’m learning the art the working in bursts: going hyper focus on things for a short while and taking a break. I want it to be strong and flexible, capable of creating great things. People tell me I have amazing insights and ideas but what do I have to show for them? Kyle PennellI’m still in the process of improving my brain. So much depth, so much character, it’s all so damn fascinating. Reddit, Hacker News, Quora, NYT reader comments-I gorge my mind on them. I read too much online: I tear through comment sections and forums. Amazon one-click allows me to impulse buy on books that I don’t have time to read (my roommates are tired of all the packages). The internet enables this to get to extreme levels. The world absolutely fascinates me and I can’t stop trying to learn more about it. I’m always scheming something and chewing on something (mentally). Now I’m slowly learning code and becoming a better writer. In high school, it was mountain bike trails and extreme sports videos, then it was trips abroad, college student clubs, and dance parties. My life has always been filled with projects. I’m always planning something, always coordinating something, always doing something. "First and foremost, I approach life with intense energy and curiosity. Kyle Pennell on What It's Like Having ADHD : My husband often checks the refrigerator for things I 'was holding just a second ago.' " I am blind without them, so there is no logical reason whatsoever they should be anywhere other than by my bed. Just last week my husband found my glasses in the medicine cabinet. I have just recently (at like, twenty-eight) figured out that if I AM holding a completely different item, which is often the case, that the thing I need is probably in the spot that the item I am holding used to be. So, this particular dance, or a version of it, happens almost every day. Thank god my work has somewhat flexible hours. Then I empty out my purse on the ground, go through all the pockets, lament the fact that I got a purse with so many pockets, when I realize I was supposed to be at work 10 minutes ago. I spend a few precious minutes just thinking about how horrible I am for being in my thirties and not having "fixed" this yet, and how I really need to go back to the psychiatrist to get started on medication again (but it makes my mouth dry at 4:30 every day,) when I could be actually looking for the keys.
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