The architecture that makes up the majority of what I have the audacity of calling my brain, is genuinely perplexing and hard to follow. It consists of a cattywampus system of never-ending tunnels, doors leading nowhere, and a confusing labyrinth of files strewn across an already collapsing floor. The mania-fueled disarray that I dare call my mind... truly is the sheer definition of the Hot Mess, Express.
So... all aboard, I guess!
If you can understand just fifteen percent of what I say, I'll be thoroughly impressed. Bringing along some breadcrumbs to drop along the way to navigate this level of crazy, honestly wouldn't be that bad of an idea, either.
For years, mental health professionals would often suggest that patients journal as a form of therapeutic release. Never really having understood why, I had always been against it. I often wondered, even if I did want to journal about my life story, what parts of my journey would I remember that even merits being written down?
My life has been a series of ups, downs, and even more misadventures...
...not anymore. Well, sorta. Lemme explain.
I want stability in having highs without any lows, or at least more highs and fewer lows from here on out. I know experiencing downs and misadventures are normal human experiences, that's not what I'm saying at all. I'm merely saying that I plan on keeping them to a minimum in my life if I have anything to say about it.
That's not to say I won't tackle any challenges that may come my way head-on... as many challenges I've faced in the past, have often served as important life lessons.
I want small pieces of me to leave an imprint on this world when it's time for me to leave it; not just to break free from my past by shelving the book of who I once was... but starting an entirely new one of who I aim to become.
I have a very vivid imagination and every character written about has a story that originated somewhere. So why not tell our own stories, in our own special and unique way, whoever will listen, will listen – but ultimately do it for you.
I can't promise I'll get the dates and timing correct as I recount the stories that have happened in this series. But I do promise to recount them as accurately as my memory serves me).
I've never been one for the flashier things in life.
Unless it legitimately sparkles... then it will get my attention, for sure. I get shiny ball syndrome (also known by many other terms) on the daily. Certain things not only get my attention... but heavily distract it.
I am, however, very simple-minded for the most part... at least, on the exterior.
However, if I tried to accomplish all the things that I wanted to get done internally... I would need an eternity plus a day. That's not to say I don't have my clutter with charisma just as everyone else does, just that my ADHD, specifically, does not allow me the luxury of structure.
Tabling that discussion for later, let's preface this story with a hypothetical question for you to answer. You walk into a chaotic scene to discover what appears to be blood droplets leading further into what seems to be the cause of the clamor.
How would you proceed?
Any sane person would probably run for the hills.
Sane, however, is not on the approved list of words that could be used to describe me.
Quite honestly – I don't think that I've ever been that type of person, even growing up.
Nope. As for me... my curiosity has always gotten the better of me.
So frankly, why shouldn't this time be any different?
I followed the drops... because, of course, I did.
So... stay tuned.
As my Papaw used to say, "I can't wait to see how this turns out!"