Making it...

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 Making it. There's not much in the way of bigger rushes, than simply making it. Make it with a little flair, or something extra? Even better! But still, just the simple act of making it keeps us coming back. This little hill in the picture above is steeper than it looks, and the approach has been cropped away so you can't see it all...what I'm trying to say is I was happy I made it. I was happy enough to lay my bike down, walk down the hill and try to take a pic that captured that feeling, not sure I made that, but you gotta keep trying.

Making it. Most of my life I thought I had depression. Doctors have agreed. In the last few years that diagnosis was amended to one of anxiety with depression. It's never been a picnic, but these were the cards I was dealt, and I've tried to deal with it as best as possible. I was making it. Both my kids have been diagnosed with ADHD, it is apparently genetic. I always thought the depression and/or anxiety label wasn't exactly right for me, there were too many other components. My therapist and primary doctor both thought it a good idea for me to get an ADHD screening. Surprise, and no surprise! I got it, and I got it.

Making it. The doc added a new med and I'm about 2 weeks into it. I feel like my focus is improving, when I'm not wandering away chasing shiny squirrels. I'd decided early on I wouldn't weaponize my condition, wouldn't use it as an excuse. It is interesting to look back on my life through this new lens though. Being called lazy, accused of not paying attention, always sucked because it never felt right, I knew more was going on in my head right then, than had likely gone on it that person's ever. I understand better why I've never really been a "rah rah team player" kind of guy, why I'm not a fan of authority, why I question nearly everything, why the noggin never turns off, etc. etc. I think a lot of folks my age probably have it, but when we were kids unless you were just a completely hyperkinetic whirlwind...you were in the general population, and you played those cards I mentioned earlier. Mental health care for children wasn't a public school priority in Texas in the 70s, nor is it likely now.

Part of me wants to apologize to everyone I've ever known that's had to put up with some less than rad version of me, but that would likely take a bit and I AM known for being a little lazy (😉), so I think I'll let that be. Another part is pissed that I have it, that I've had to deal with it, and worse...that I passed it to my kids. It is what it is, and knowing is better than not knowing, I'm making it, and life will most assuredly go on, but it would be cool to get some credit for time served.

I am eternally grateful to all those that made some space for me in their lives and here's hoping I made that space a little better. At at least 2/3s of the way through on this ride, I'm admittedly tired of just making it. I'd like to excel a bit, "live up to my full potential", since apparently I never did. (Ouch! I guess we can put that in the things from the past that hurt a bit). Life is good, and getting better everyday. I've got my fingers crossed behind my back, but I'm stoked.

Good times!