On a recent Saturday, I woke from my daytime ADHD hyperfocus coma (which I didn’t realize I had slipped into) and was horrified to see that I had fallen behind my usual schedule.
I write a few stories a week for the web, and weekends are critical in getting these ready to send off. But as the day drew to a close, I only had one story done.How could time be so slippery?
I went back and counted all the things I’d done earlier, because there surely had to be more accomplishments in my day. And there were — dishes, laundry, work tasks.
Not bad — I’d assumed I’d only accomplished one thing, but I’d accomplished four, though three of those tasks could in no way account for all that time.I went back through my day with a magnifying glass and — ah-ha!