A Splintered Mind

Sometimes explaining our troubles can sound like whining to people who do not share our burdens. Moments before my friend whisked me away to a night of distraction two weekends ago, I jotted down some quick notes. My weekend had been hard. I recorded and produced an album for nine hours on that Saturday, then began ticking early the next day. The ticking lasted for over thirty six hours. In addition to that, my hard drive had burped and lost 195 gigabytes of data a few days before. No utilities I ran could resurrect the data. It was gone. A weekend of deep digging yielded no results. Bad Block City had rezoned my drive. With the last attempt a colossal failure, I could officially sink into blackness. Depression was settling in. Not just because I lost data, but because I was drained and lacking the energy to fight it off. Then again, I could go catch an action adventure flick with lots of mindless explosions and violence instead of sinking into despair. Guess which option won out? Noth...

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© Kris Kros Photography. Used with permission. A Zogby poll today showed that 77 percent of those living in the East and 46 percent of those living in the West thought about the attacks at least weekly. About 83 percent thought the nation should remember the attacks with some formality. I can't say that I think about 9/11 weekly. Sometimes my world is filled with too much living in the now to leave room for the past. There is my long list of disabilities I struggle with, my longer list of responsibilities I clumsily juggle, and then there is the simple fact that any parent with children will be short on contemplative time. That is not to say, however, that I forget. Tragedy is difficult to forget. My brother, Ryan, was a marine. He died two years before 9/11 when his shuttle filled with fellow marines on leave was hit by a drunk driver in San Diego . Watching his hometown friends' lives move on is often bittersweet. There are those who went on to college, found a ...

Do not wait for a change of environment before you act; get a change of environment by action. ~Wallace Wattles I'm not entirely sold on the Law of Attraction. I'm a skeptic. I find it hard to believe the Universe is just waiting to lavish me with success if I just ask it nicely. However, I am 100% behind positive attitudes that transform one's world view. With a scrappy enough attitude, we can change our world. When my life isn't going the way I'd like it to I can be certain that I have not been directing my thoughts in a postive and constructive way. Lately, my life has been a mess. Although I am not at fault for the chaos of others around me, I can do more to assert order to my own chaos. Today I am recommitting to certain goals, eliminating distractions to have more time to work on my goals, and remembering to like myself despite my disabilities and flaws. Without positive self-esteem all my efforts will be for naught. Consider this. People with AD/HD have a ten...

Here's proof I've got my hands full doing too many things. What is it they say about being a jack of all trades? Wordless Wensday Links to other Wordless Wensdays! tags technorati : Wordless Wednesday #3 Like reading The Splintered Mind ? Share articles with your friends, link from your blog, or subscribe !

From time to time people will contact me for advice. Sometimes they'll contact me just to reach out to a kindred spirit. Occasionally, however, I receive cries for help. That was the case when "Gramma" emailed me last month. I responded to her in the forums, but I'll repost the correspondence here for your edification and assistance. Since I have not heard from "Gramma" I assume her situation is still not resolved. Perhaps you have words of counsel that can aide her as well... My one grandson is now 22 and was diagnosed ADHD as a young boy. His grade school convnced his mom, my daughter, into putting him into a special school the summer before 7th grade. It was a nightmare. Teachers spent a good deal of the day taking down kids who swore loadly and acted out. We were able to get him out (attorney). He quit highschool at soon as he could. He did get his GED and passed with high marks. Now my daughter no longer wants him in the house. He doesn't lis...