Put It Where You Can See It

 

I so want to have things neatly put away. Everything in its place and a place for everything. But, if I put my big white horsepills away I forget to take them. These horsepills are magnesium tablets, and without them there's problems with cramps and migraines. It's best I don't forget to take them.  

The tub of Mg pills was assigned a space on the shelf under the table by my chair. Sadly visibility tops tidy. They now sit in full view, on top of the table. Even when they are in full view, sometimes I forget to take them. I am getting better at it thought. And each time I take them I give a little pat on the back, "Well done. Another little bout of self-care."

Dyslexia and Shame

 

There are certain colour combinations, and also fonts that make reading very difficult for me. For a long time, it left me feeling stupid, and un-educated, a failure for not being able to read. Yes, I know it's crazy, but there are times when emotions don't correlate with knowledge.

This evening, I was looking at an image on facebook, and mentioned I couldn't read it. There was a busy image, with white text, blurring out into a black cloud. If I had taken some time, I could have worked it out, a cryptographical challenge, definitely not reading.

I asked what the text said, and mentioned I was dyslexic and couldn't read the font. The guy who posted it typed it out for me. The whole experience was great. I didn't feel like an idiot. This is a big step for me. I couldn't read it, and that wasn't because I was thick, but because the colours, and shapes made it too hard for me. It was all so matter of fact, and no shame was needed.  Shame!  That's the word. In the past, I have felt shame for not being able to read certain things. Looking back, I can't remember a single instance when someone has tried to shame me for being dyslexic, but I have, had, taken it upon myself to be ashamed when my poor little brain couldn't decipher text.

Here's hoping I don't try to shame myself again. I am a clever, educated person, a person with dyslexia. These things make me who I am. I am me.

Honey Hill Farm

 

The last two days, I've left the writing and cycling tasks until just before bed, but I've managed to do them1

A Facebook reminded me that it was exactly one year ago I found out the name of my main character, and that she is a lesbian. I was a tad surprised, but she's the one who'd know! Since then her forename has changed, but her sexual orientation hasn't. 

This evening I have been writing about Sophie Quayle, and her journey back to the Isle of Man.

Seven Day Challenge

In the past, I've tried all sorts of grand schemes to increase my productivity, and 'reach my potential'. And each time, I've crashed and burned. A year is far too long. Fairly often, I can manage a month, but a week. I can do a week, with just a little stretch!

I'm going to plan a few things, a lot of things, no! Two things, well, three, that I'm going to do for the next week. (I'd do something similar for work too.)

1. ride my bike - my back really, really like it when I cycle

2. eat healthy foods  - my guts really, really like it

3. write/research - I've been thinking/planning this book for far too long. I need to progress it.

ADHD

 

I'm now as sure as I can be, without having an official diagnosis, that I have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. But's a really crap name. My attention is often just fine, thank you very much. I don't often daydream. But hyperfocus is something I can do, and I perform well under pressure.

Now to work out ways to turn this to my advantage, and make it less of a disorder, and more of a superpower!