There are few things that are more frustrating than when I hear someone toss, “Oh my god I am so ADD right now” around like it's the next big thing, when really it’s just your excuse for why you weren’t paying attention. And quite frankly, as someone who has struggled with the ups and downs of ADD/ADHD, it’s pretty insulting. And don't even get me started on the whole "your friend’s, sister’s, cousin’s, dog’s owner has ADD/ADHD which gives you a free pass to use it" mentality.
There are some people who are "summer" people, some who love spring, those who “fall in love” with fall, and people who enjoy cozying up to winter; and then, there are those who (like myself) cannot get enough of the changing of the seasons—and couldn’t possibly pick just one.
In my earliest days of recovery, when I was the must gung-ho about turning a new leaf and writing a new chapter, there was a voice in the back of my head that kept telling me I wouldn’t succeed. It wasn’t telling me it was only a matter of time before I picked up another drink, but rather telling me that I would get this under control and be able to drink again one day. It romanticized my drinking and made me think of nights spent reading by a fireplace-glass of wine in hand, sitting oceanside with a tall, tropical drink I had yet to try, watching a baseball game, beer in hand, surrounded by laughing friends, and having (truly) just one Bloody Mary with the rest of the family Christmas morning.
This morning as I drove into work I couldn’t help but think of all of those who made it into work 18 years ago thinking it was just another day at the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, or were boarding United Airlines Flight 93. I wondered about how their week was going. September 11th, 2001 was a Tuesday; were they starting the week on the right foot or did it already feel like this week was ten weeks long?
Let’s be real here. Nobody is a fan of the “water cooler” small talk with coworkers, and especially not the whole "'How are you?' 'I'm good; how are you?'" exchange.
I will be the first to admit that I was not the quickest to jump on the Lizzo bandwagon. As a pretty close to strictly-country music listener, Lizzo was not even on my radar in the beginning. And then it was as if Lizzo was haunting me. At work, with friends, at home—people were constantly asking me if I heard Lizzo’s song, talking about her, or asking if I saw her VMA performance.