I’m having the hardest time focusing today. I know I have ADHD, but wow, some days it feels almost impossible to sit still and concentrate on what I actually need to do. My thoughts keep bouncing from one thing to the next, and the harder I try to rein them in, the more scattered they feel.
I figured I’d come on here and write about it, hoping that putting it into words might help me slow down a bit. But even that feels tricky, because my brain can’t quite decide what it wants to focus on. It’s like everything is competing for my attention at once, and nothing is sticking for very long. I’m trying to be patient with myself and remind myself that this is just one of those days, but it’s still frustrating to feel so stuck inside my own head.
It doesn’t help that it’s Friday, that in-between day where your brain has already checked out for the weekend, even though there’s still time left to fill. And on top of that, Christmas is almost here. My mind keeps jumping ahead to next week, knowing it will be full of Christmas activities, plans, little traditions, and tasks that need to be done.
Oh, and the Christmas village. I’m supposed to put that up today. That’s my job, and I keep reminding myself of it like a sticky note I can’t peel off. I’ll need Alex’s help too, since I can’t reach where everything is stored on my own. It’s not even hard, but it’s one more thing floating around in my head, competing for attention.
Everything feels jumbled right now, like too many tabs open in my brain at once, and not knowing where the music is coming from. I know what needs to happen, but organizing the thoughts into any kind of order feels harder than it should.
I sat down and managed to put in a few solid hours of studying. It felt good to make that progress. Now I need to work on the Christmas village. I’ll have Alex take it down for me so I can start setting it up and decorating.
I’ve always loved Christmas villages. When my girls were younger and I’d put one out, they would start creating stories about the people who lived there, who they were, where they were going, and what was happening in their tiny little world. Those moments made the village feel alive, and even now, setting it up brings back all of those memories.
The village is up. I’m going to relax now. Oh, the tea room in the city has a recipe for gingerbread scones! I want to make these!
