My mind is a plethora of ideas. An idea as bright as the morning sun that fades faster than a strike of lightning. I am a woman of a million great ideas. What makes my life so frustrating is that I struggle to get beyond that. If I were paid for my ideas, I’d be a millionaire. I am 32 years old and have yet to decide what I “officially” want to be when I grow up. And quite frankly, this sucks! I am a lifelong dreamer full of potential. Unfortunately, potential doesn’t get the bills paid. A few years ago, I was diagnosed with ADD. At first, I questioned the diagnosis. I’ve never been fond of labeling people and didn’t want to excuse my lack of organization and complete randomness in thoughts on this very questionable “disorder”. But the more I began researching ADD/ADHD, the more I began wondering if the diagnosis was accurate. Slowly but surely, my life began making sense. My ideas presented here are not to debate whether or not ADD* is real or how someone “gets” it, but to share my personal experience with living with the diagnosis and how getting that diagnosis gave me an explanation for my imperfect chaotic life.

A word of caution: my blog posts may seem random, messy, and completely spontaneous, but will hopefully be inspiring, entertaining, and interesting. That’s just the way my imperfect mind seems to work.