The difference between excuse and reason is often judged by others, and often causes us all confusion.
Category: Mental Health/Personality
The title assumes the concept that once it’s begun it is heading for a finish. With all the projects this ADD senior starts, I never consider them lost, just resting, ya know? I’m a fan of alliteration. Besides, ‘on-going projects’ is just too cumbersome.
I’d throw in pics of my knitting and crocheting, but with only a row or two every couple of days, progress doesn’t show much. My shoulder and thumb joints have been objecting to too much yarning.
My piano time is growing. I have quite a collection of songs in the process, from starting to learn Natural Woman, through trying to memorize Music Box Dancer and Gymnopรฉdie. I think there are about 20 tunes in rotation. None perfect, but all fun for the challenge and the process.
Art Therapy and Music Therapy Bundle: by Paul Catalani
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
When I was a music major, this was the direction I was heading. Music Therapy. That and art therapy make so much sense to me. Anything that can move your spirit and express emotions can bring the psychic mind closer to finding help.
If you want to know some basics about these theories, this is the book for you. It was a fast read. Well, listen as I used Kindle Text-to-speech. It did stir up my interests again.
I picked this one up in 2015; I’m only just now getting to reading and reviewing it. Sorry. I was worth the read, though.
Starting today I’m institute One More. The exception is food. Less is more there.
Find something of beauty, a moment more enjoy.
When I feel I’m done with my piano playing for the day, one more, something new. Today I pulled out my Uke song book and played Imagine as I improvised the bass chords.
I was ready to pop off the stationary bike: beat yesterday’s time by a bit more.
Picking up rubbish: spend one more minute. Take one more step.
In a room, spend one more chore or minute on it.
See what I mean?
I don’t know if it will work. But a year and a half years ago, I played 15 minutes on the piano. Now I’m up to 40-60 minutes and enjoying it.
Commercials are everywhere. Commercial timing can be used to learn something.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Knocking my head against the wall gives me a headache and I still got nothing.
Neat as a pin upon the headย where a thousand angels dance. Impossible concepts.
All my life, messy was my other middle name. The actual middle name implied the perfection planned for me.
Desk cleaning day in grade school had me in utter devastating humiliation.
In highschool was the locker cleanup day.
My bedroom was a disaster until the cat peed on my clothes. No longer did my mother have to scream at me. I never let my clothes drift to the floor. Hamper or closet or chest of drawers. The clothes solution stuck. But eek, the rest still shames me daily.
I finally get control of one aspect when ‘life’ happens and throws a wrench in schedule and neatness. And who left that tool out here to trip over?
Grief, then TV guy, messed up all my regulated plans for self improvement, just as I got ready to tighten the schedule for house improvement, so now the swinging the pendulum is working to get me on track.
Not for perfection but enjoying passions fully while aiming to stay healthy.
Neat may never happen. ADHD keeps life moving.
Adding yoga and meditation. At least I’ll feel more peaceful about it.
“Nothing is impossible: the word it self says. “I’m possible!”
-Audrey Hepburn
Long time no see. Still processing. Lots of book reviews coming. But for now other things are being processed. And a couple of finished projects.
A few days ago I learned one of my aunts passed. So many emotions, so many things to say. Still finding it hard to put it in my journal or blog.
Sorry I missed you all the last few days.
Anyone else have a hard time getting pen to paper or, even blog. I don’t have the strength or whatever to pull out the popcorn thoughts bouncing around since the 28th of January.
Naming it popcorn makes it sound pleasant. And yes, many memories are joyful. But there are deep, sad, angry, hurtful, and emotional vomit.
But all the words won’t hold still. My cursive writes too slow and messy as words don’t spell check or suggest the right words.
And it seems typing it out on the computer or phone is too personal.
Any suggestions to provide a verbal laxative?
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