I’ve never considered it a possibility, but I am quite talented at interrupting myself.
Who does that?
It’s not a verbal thing. At least I haven’t noticed that aspect of the wildly out of control circumstance
When I was actively in speech therapy, my beloved, exasperatingly on-point therapist, Jamie, spoke to me about post-stroke impulsivity, a label when applied to my own behavior kinda ticked me off.
It implied lack of control.
Now I realize I was absolutely not in control.
Apparently I’m still not completely in control, because sometimes my mornings go like this:
I decide to do a load of laundry.
- I walk into the laundry room to fill the washer.
- Notice the cats need food.
- Add food to dish.
- Notice cats need fresh water.
- Rinse water bowl and fill with water.
- Notice the empty washer is filling with water.
- Add detergent.
- Go to closet and drag hamper to laundry room.
- The sound of running water sends me to the bathroom.
- Notice I didn’t plug in electric toothbrush.
- Plug in toothbrush.
- Hear washer begin to agitate.
- Remember I never put dirty clothes in washer.
- Push clothes into water in washing machine.
- Begin to empty dishwasher.
- Hear a text message ping.
- Check phone.
- Neglect to completely empty dishwasher.
This scenario repeats itself until I’m not sure what my original goal was, and I am interrupting the interruption to complete my first task….
This crazy cycle prevents me from accomplishing much in a day. And when I do finally finish a task. I’m left wondering what I’ve forgotten. Not much satisfaction.
Maybe a written list would help.
Sometimes I think I need a list of one single to do:
- Get dressed.
Which is sort of ridiculous. But, I’ve had to embrace the ridiculous.
Embrace and transcend.
That’s today’s goal.