Trying to Sleep in the Bed I Was Born In

Even though my last name has been Reynolds for awhile now, which didn't take long to get used to, I am still most definitely a Garlock. This means several things:

-I have blonde hair. I really do. If I still lived in CA, I wouldn't have to highlight it but since I leave on the East coast, I have to just so that I can feel like me. Getting back to my point: I'd say 98% of my big Garlock family is blonde.
-I have a sense of humor, sometimes a morbid one.
-I can flare my nostrils like nobody's business.
-I have wide feet.
-I have like 80 Garlock Family reunion t-shirts.
-I can beat you at Nertz. With my eyes closed. Unless you're also a Garlock, then I'd have to beat you with my eyes open.
-I'm an excellent trash talker. Please see above.
-I have A.D.D.

It's taken me almost 3 decades, but over the years I've found ways to let this last attribute that afflicts a good part (and THE good part, if you ask me) of my family work towards my advantage rather then work against me.

We folks with A.D.D. have a lot of energy. If I can get through tasks and projects quickly, I can get a lot done: many tasks/projects are condensed into long bursts of energy and I'm always doing something because I can't sit still. It's when I have to work on just one task/project that takes a lot of time when I get in trouble and distracted because there's always something much more exciting and interesting waiting in the side lines. Because of this, we A.D.D.ers also have a lot of interests.

I've talked about opening an Etsy shop several times on this blog, claiming that it will be open soon. But to tell you the truth, I've hit a wall. And it has the letters "A", "D" and "D" graffiti ed on it, much like something you'd see during the opening credits of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air: Slanted, square and in neon colors. Then littered on the ground beside the wall are all of my ideas and unfinished things, just waiting for me to decide which ones to pick up and finish. Sitting high, high, high, on top of that wall, right next to Humpty Dumpty who is wearing M.C. Hammer pants and wrap-around Oakleys, are all the the other possibilities I want to do with my shop but cannot due to time and/or money. But mostly, I just can't focus. This is one of those times that A.D.D. is majorly hindering any success I could have. There are just so many things I want to do but I can't finish anything all the way and really I just can't decide which direction to go. I'm having issues. And I can't sleep. I woke up at 3:30 a.m. and have been up ever since thinking about this. You may be reading this and saying "Then why open a freaking Etsy shop? Chillax. Obviously this isn't for you." I know, right? But how else am I supposed to get my hands on some cash to highlight my East coast dark roots? Hmmm?

Did I mention I've been up since 3:30 am?

-drawing!
-painting!
-guitar!
-knitting!
-crocheting!
-reading!
-yoga!
-photography!
-origami!
-spinning!
-running!
-swimming!
-piano!
-drumming!
-weight training!
-felting!
-bookbinding!
-weaving!
-gardening!
-sculpture!
-jewelry making!
-sewing!
-writing!
-learning!
-kayaking!
-etch-a-sketch!
-dog sled racing!
-mind reading!
-walking through walls!
-splitting atoms!
-finding a cure for insomnia!
-finding a cure for A.D.D!