When you are a mom with two rambunctious kids and one on the way, you try so hard to juggle writing, thinking, cleaning and catching poop all at once that it feels like your brains melt into the next toilet flush. Thus the name empty coconut shell. I love early morning coffees, late night pen pushing and echoey afternoons when my kids (and their occasional playmates) take a nap. I love my kids though, I love how they are curious about the world around them. I love their endless questions of when, where, how and whys. I especially love it when they ask their Dad though and not me. I think I love life. I am not generally or clinically depressed. I just love the safeness of sometimes being alone or with a very select crowd. I diagnose and refuse to medicate my ADD. I have learned to cope and deal with my disorganization and my neuroses. Hey, who said I was perfect?
Now there’s three wild kids running around my bakuran…
hmmm… i stared for quite awhile before writing this comment. you see, i do understand why some people choose to take the “road less travelled”. when you said that you refuse to have your add be medicated, it’s the same also with me when i say i cope well when i am being negative. a lot of people do not understand why we opt to be different in dealing with situations but, hey, we are alive still because we cope in such a unique way. and by the way, we are perfect in that case.
*cheers!*
i like the way you say it…. i am also comfortable in my own skin given the many raw deals we have to negotiate. I am never always right nor wrong. but i have learned to love my erring self just the same. a toast to you…. to us who dare to be ourselves!