I began to feel overeager during those dreaded teen years. At the time, feigning (or legitimate? I still can’t tell…) disinterest was considered cool. And I? Well, I was at a loss.
I never understood why girls bonded through complaining about gym class. In the locker room they shared how to avoid softball or floor hockey by claiming “I have cramps.” This, of course, never worked because Coach Fairbanks knew that exercise is actually good for cramps. But enough period talk…
|My summers as a hippie.|
Don’t get my wrong here, I’m not referencing all my female classmates or fellow campers, just the ones who viewed *activity* with detached indifference.
Camp was good for me. In fact, it was great. Some day, when I have little ADHD'rs running around, I'll send them off to camp to experience what I did those years ago. But for now, I say we enroll in "adult camp" and do it all over again. For someone with ADHD, who craves constant activity, be it social, creative, or logical, Camp Chateaugay’s morning til night activities offered me respite from the craving to satiate my energy. Come “flashlight time” I was always ready to unwind, tuck into reading, and finally, sleep.
In my adult life, I found a way to manage what once felt like the burden of eagerness. I found my passion. And you’re supporting it right now, by reading this blog. Writing offers a solitary activity that nurtures curiosity and satisfies my excess attention because it requires constant thinking, about life and its many struggles. Over the years, I’ve outgrown hounding my mother to call my best friends. Instead, I pick up the phone and share with her what I’ve written that day.
What activity occupies your full attention? Have you found one yet? If not, do you feel burdened with overeagerness? Comment below or share your thoughts with me at WriteToJulianna