God has such an incredible sense of humor. He gave me, the ultra type A slightly OCD mom, an ADHD child to nurture to adulthood. Somehow, he will survive me; I have faith.
Just when I thought I knew who I was as an athlete – a very slow distance trail runner – my foot announced that I was mistaken. Every specialist I have spoken to, including my wunderbar husband, concludes that the sport for me now is swimming. There’s some problems with this: I hate to swim and I have a phobia of dark water. What’s a girl to do?
Last Monday we worked backwards, exploring the final five of John Kelly’s Top 10 Time Management Tips. The woman accused of “having it all” by so many — me — came clean. Do I really have it all? I have “it” all, but not it “all.” And if so, how do I do it? By prioritizing what I can have, and being disciplined about time management.
After receiving Jane Friedman’s professional feedback I want to pay someone like her to read the whole book. I have direction, I have true critical feedback, I have guidance, I have the eye of the tiger. I have a need to not drink so damn much caffeine, as you can tell, too.
Endurance: the word defines my life. The mantra of my childhood? Quitters never win and winners never quit (thanks, Dad. . .I think). Well, that and, courtesy of my mother, “Are you really going to leave the house looking like that?” Dad’s advice sunk in; Mom’s never quite took.
An injury tried to steal my mojo as a marathoner and trail runner. But I’m fighting back.