i’ve started (and stopped) several posts in the last nearly 3 months since i last posted.
i wanted to write about therapy–which i started (again) shortly before the new year–and how it’s fantastic to have a therapist who understands my adhd and all of the things that come along with it.
i’ve wanted to write about adhd parenting–being the parent with adhd who is raising kids who also have adhd and how it’s a whirlwind, man.
i’ve wanted to write about friendship, and the things i’ve been learning about the beauty of friendships in my 30s.
i’ve wanted to write about how sick and angry i feel every time i hear something more about children being separated from their parents/guardians at our border.
i’ve wanted to write about politics and how most of my thoughts where that’s concerned involve lots of use of the f-word and until i can sift through my words and organize them in at least a semi-intelligent way, i keep deciding to leave it alone.
i’ve wanted to write about christian mysticism, and the things i’ve been learning from reading fr. richard rohr and thomas merton, and why i love the enneagram, and how it keeps showing up in my life, and contemplative prayer.
i’ve wanted to write about my job, and feeling like it may be time to step out on faith and step away, but i’m not totally sure if i may just be throwing a tantrum because things aren’t going the way i want them to go.
i’ve wanted to write about dating again, and the fact that i’ve been doing it here and there, and how weird and scary it is for me, and why i’m doing it anyway.
i’ve wanted to write about having an almost-12-year old who is hip deep in pre-teen angst and how he drives me crazy and how i love him like crazy and how much he so much like me that it’s absolutely insane and sometimes intensely overwhelming.
i’ve wanted to write about going back to school, and the fact that i’m getting closer to making the decision to do that.
i’ve wanted to write about all of the podcasts i’m listening to and all of the books i’m reading and how all of those things make me want to write more.
and maybe i will. at some point.