A couple of you have reminded me of something I've not mentioned here. Namely-- the amount of energy I have should be illegal.
No, really. Especially now since I have almost no place to channel that energy. Man, I so need something beyond me to throw myself into, something like that farmhouse I mentioned.
In fact, Woman's World Magazine says I have ADD. You know, Attention Deficit Disorder. Now there's good news. heh.
Well, they didn't exactly tell me I have ADD, but after reading their symptom list? I'm thinkin' I do:
Eagerness to start a task, but difficulty finishing it.
Trouble concentrating on mundane activities.
Difficulty sticking to a schedule.
Acting impulsively (well, not this one so much, but all the others).
Trouble sitting still.
Getting easily distracted.
Procrastinating. ( Me Big-Time!)
My, my, my. Who'd have thunk it? You know, that good ol' Debra has ADD. ツ
But I appreciated that the article stated people with ADD need more stimulation. You know, like listening to music while they read or concentrate. Or fidgeting in their chair, doodling, chewing gum while doing other things. And how they procrastinate because they require made-up pressure to get things done. And wow, is that ever me!
Ofte I create goals/deadlines when in reality, there's no true need in my own relaxed homemaker world.
Anyway, I'm only 49 and not nearly ready for a rocking chair. I've still got a few good years left and trust me, this ol' girl needs a challenge, lest she start bouncing off the couch every five minutes in search of something to do.
Oh wait-- I already do that.
So lately? I'm thinking a tiny farm just may be the ticket I need out of this current mediocrity and into something in which to pour myself out.
Disclaimer--In this post, I am only making fun of myself, not anyone else. I hope you read this with a sense of humor.