Maybe I should kick off my day by writing. After breakfast of course. Do you know this blog is going to turn 25 in a month or so? It sounds crazy. Almost half my life. I remember the early days, before Facebook, when a blog post was a small thing one wrote, not a full-blown essay. I would sometimes post more than once a day. I had blogging friends who blogged every day. I did, for long stretches. Not because it was a decision, but because the blog was where we lived online.
Now, for me, it’s still clearly facebook, after all these years. That’s where people hang out. This blog feels a bit lonely. For many years, writing here has felt more “private” than Facebook, isn’t that weird? Both are quite public, but the audience isn’t the same.
Anyway, maybe I should kick off my day by writing. Breakfast comes first, I learned that years ago. Interacting on an empty stomach is not a great way to start the day for me – it usually goes sideways. Breakfast, then write a bit. It’s not like my balcony can’t wait another half hour or sixty minutes for me to get to work turning it from a pile of stuff to a cozy hangout. I’m on my balcony already, actually. You can see the photo.
My balcony has been waiting for weeks. It’s been waiting for weeks because I struggle with managing my time and activities since my accident two months ago. I’ve always struggled with that, you know that, but since my ADHD diagnosis and medication, it had improved a lot. Night and day. Now I feel I’m back to pre-diagnosis days, although I’m taking my usual work-day dose of medication. Not to worry, it will get better. It’s getting better. I am thankful to have the time and space for that.
So my balcony has been waiting for weeks because I struggle with time and task management, and also because unexpected tiredness will hit me. Not unexplainable, just unexpected, because I’m still in the process of understanding what costs me in terms of cognitive effort, and where my limits are. Again, not to worry: it is improving and will improve. But for example, this Saturday I was pretty much completely non-functional after a first small session of cognitive training. At least, that’s my working assumption at this stage – that this session is the cause. I didn’t expect it, but I was warned it could. We’ll see if the next session brings similar aftereffects, or if it was a coincidence and the reason is elsewhere.
Anyway: I had planned on “doing my balcony” Saturday, and I didn’t.
Yesterday I would have had some time for it, but instead I ended up taking the cat to the vet for a few stitches. He’s fine, though unhappy about his cone. I feel for him. I also helped a friend put together a non-IKEA wardrobe. I love IKEA furniture even more now. This happens each time I grapple with non-IKEA furniture design and instructions.
The small stack of yesterday’s dishes can also wait a bit, so can yesterday’s grocery shopping which is patiently waiting on the kitchen floor, half out of its bags. The cats can also wait a little for their medications. Insulin is done, that’s the most important, and I have had my meds, which is the absolute priority in the morning to increase chances I actually have a morning to do something with, be it tidy the balcony, put groceries away, or write a blog post.
As facebook goes downhill in terms of functionality, and as the world goes downhill with it. Between what’s happening in LA right now and the interception of the Madleen, it’s taking more energy than I have to keep the lump in my throat down and the tears out of my eyes. There is a time for trying to change the world, and a time for self-preservation.
My friend Pierre Crevoisier wrote about selective indignation last month. It struck a chord with me. We cannot care about everything. Just like we cannot do everything, we cannot get up in arms about everything. We cannot fight all the causes. We are finite, and though the world is too, at our scale it is not. And there will be times in life when our finitude is even more finite than usual. When maybe just facing more than the balcony that needs to be done, the dishes and the groceries, the cat’s medications and one’s recovery, and a few words thrown on a screen is just not doable today.