First off, I have to say – Happy Birthday to ME!! Yes, it's my birthday. And I'm trying to enjoy it. Even if I do feel like crap. Guess my body isn't enjoying getting another year older. But what can I do? It's better than the alternative!
Now on to my blog…
In a conversation with my offspring and a dear friend, we got to talking about funny things and sayings, i.e. "You know you have ADHD – oh look, a chicken!" That prompted my son to tell us his friend told him she had ADOS. So of course, we had to ask.
ADOS = Attention Deficit Oooh Shiny
Insert laughter here.
Now, don't get me wrong. I feel for those who truly have ADHD, but don't we all suffer from it to some extent? Maybe that's why we can joke about it.
I never really thought much about ADHD, but now that I've opened the door to the voices in my head (in other words – wrote a book), I can see how a lot of writers can be labeled as such.
Sometimes that great idea will grab ahold of you and whatever you were saying or whoever you were listening to, go by the wayside. Your mind is on that idea and you must write it down!
So I can say I, too, have ADOS. And I jump at the chance to catch that shiny new idea.
And I still think ADOS is funny. Sorry!