The old adage about death and taxes is true. What is also true is that both of those definites can cause interruptions to a perfectly good plan. Take this week for example. Well, in my case it’s more death and sleeplessness. I haven’t begun to organize my taxes yet.
I began taking the Adderall with an open mind and an enthusiastic attitude, but that all fell to crap an hour later when, sitting in my doctor’s waiting room, I found out via Facebook, that my friend Sara had died. I knew she had been very ill, but her decline was swift and I hadn’t had time to prepare myself, to say goodbye. Grief consumed my Monday, so I didn’t accomplish much on the two-page list I had written after breakfast and I skipped yoga. With all plans, you must remain flexible, and this time it wasn’t my children’s fault. Okay, the sleeplessness WAS my children’s fault.
Yesterday was Sara’s funeral and I decided to take a drug holiday – no Adderall. It was a good decision. I had so many places to be, and not only was it Sara’s funeral, but also the 14th anniversary of my mom’s death. I had no reason to remain alert, except to keep my eyes on the road and my hands upon the wheel, as Jim Morrison said.
For what it’s worth, this song summed up my feelings.
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