You know, I haven’t quite been feeling like myself over the past week or less.
The breaking of the streak last week (yes, I still want to cry just thinking about it) was just another of the obvious symptoms.
I thought long and hard about what was going wrong, and while I had some theories, I could not know for certain. Then, as it often does, an answer showed up in a project assigned to me this week. It posited that when artists do not pursue art, they tend to lose themselves.
Since I do not want to hold myself at that high a standard, I have another way to interpret that. When people with ADHD do not find something that adequately engages them, they tend to lose themselves.
In my normal day-to-day life, I have been finding myself put far too often in situations that need me to me responsible and sane. And, yes, I am good at that. But that will never be all I am. It mustn’t.
I need an outlet for all the crazy inside me! I needs to release this energy into something safe, at the very least. But sometimes in my life, those outlets do not appear as readily as I would like. Certainly not as readily as they once did.
I cannot be as reckless as I once was with sports or gym. I can feel the repercussions through the depths of my bones and joints, and I can no longer ignore them.
Even video games are hampered by my recent injury.
Reading or watching things for pleasure does give that—pleasure. However, excitement is a different beast. It won’t be summoned by something quite this passive.
Even my writing has become methodical and structured over the years of practice and observation. In the process, though, I wonder if I am losing the spontaneity that often drives good, true art.
Focusing on the craft for so long that I lose sight of my art is certainly not what I sought when I embarked on this journey.
I haven’t quite found the answer just yet.
I haven’t quite found my path.
What I do know is that I did feel like I was back to myself earlier today, and that feeling has persisted over the course of today.
Perhaps it could be the beginning of the next streak that may come to define this new phase of my simultaneously ever-changing and yet somehow immutable life.