Unlike my separated-at-birth twin, Dr. Sheldon Cooper…I was, indeed, very much crazy…my mother has had me tested. Grade 10. Little embarrassing, like most mental health issues seem to be in today’s society.
It’s so common.
I still struggle with the label…and it sure as heck doesn’t help when I’m reminded that I see things that other people just simply cannot…like dust…overflowing trashcans…fingerprints on walls…ring-around-the-tub…
[whispers, “I see dirty things….”]
It’s a horrible affliction.
What’s next on the crazy train heading to funky town travelling through SpoonieVille?
Reception seating chart hell. The “sticky-note dance”… a skill I’ve only, to date, admired in others… who knows who. Who must be situated at the polar opposite from another whilst the outer moons of Jupiter align just so with the rings of Saturn in some poorly orchestrated cosmic joke.
So far, so good.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Anything else monumental? Of uber significance? Totally kick-ass?
Why, yes, thank you for asking….
30 posts, 30 days. NO free days as was in the rules set out for November (we were afforded two…).
Why is this so important to me? AGAIN?!
1) It helps me to write outside of my comfort zone…being sent what to write about not only makes me uncomfortable, it hits that rebellious part of me that wants to say, “I’m sorry…PARDON?” when I feel that someone is telling me what to do (I told you I was crazy…like, bat-shit certifiably crazy). This makes me focus.
2) Accolades!!!! Again, I do things that I think will help, inform and dazzle you so much you want to just kick up your heels and do a big ol’ YEE-HAW!!! with me upon my completion. If I wasn’t so broken on the inside, I’d futterwacken. It’s on my bucket list. Stay tuned.
3) DUDE. Planning a wedding down to the wire while participating…. no…. committing to participate and following through with it’s completion… in a health activist writer’s month challenge?!? How badass is that?! It gives me warm fuzzies on the inside to think that I can still be an inspiration to others who might just need that little bit of a prompt to change their perception of their chronic afflictions and re-focus their limited energies doing things that make them feel….”zazzy.”
Make yourself do one thing every day that makes you thankful that you still can.
Be badass. xo