Over Lughnasadh, I mentioned that I’ve found a way to balance my “real life” with my “spiritual life” using a Bullet Journal. My “real life” includes all those little tasks that are boring but necessary… like chores and a job, whereas my “spiritual life” is what I used to call all the little things I’m drawn to, including my creativity and my desire to help people.
The last few years, I’ve learned that those “real life” tasks are often in the category of “executive functioning skills,” and that is one of those areas where some people on the spectrum (myself included) struggle.
So what exactly are “Executive Functioning Skills?” And how can a bullet journal help?
Continue reading That Friday Feeling: The Beauty of a BuJo
I know, I know. There’s not been a lot going on around here lately; that’s partly what I’ve been thinking about lately.
And I’m sorry about my absence. Believe me, I’ve missed doing this as much as some of you miss reading it! But this summer has a lot of promise, and one of the things I’m planning is some revamping of this site.
Continue reading Thursday Thoughts
I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but Wednesday seems to be the day when I am the most introspective. I think it’s because it is the longest workday officially, and it also tends to be the day when sometimes I have to wait a little extra before going home…
It’s a long story, and I don’t particularly want to go into that right now.
Continue reading Wednesday Wonderings: Successful Impostor?
It’s always hard for me when I have too much time on my hands, and at the moment, I decidedly have too much time on my hands!! With Harvey still devastating Texas (though I’m told the sun is shining in Houston, finally), I’m still at my mother’s place. But everyone else here has to work. Which leaves me with not a lot to do other than clean. I’m doing my part, albeit, I probably could do more… I don’t know where things go, though, so I can’t do too much more.
Continue reading What makes me autistic?
I sometimes go to IHOP to write. This sounds counterproductive due to the noise level and being interrupted by waitstaff, but in reality, it’s very comfortable. When I was in college, IHOP became a place of comfort for me. There would be whole groups of us that would gather there late in the evenings (and often into the morning) playing the question game, actually interacting, and being 100% genuine. There wasn’t a lot of judgment at that IHOP. More likely, it was because the atmosphere of a college town where there are competing colleges with competing theological ideologies allowed for an ambiance of honest communication to truly develop.
It was a special time in my life and the only time (prior to knowing about my ASD) that I felt totally comfortable being myself.
Continue reading Girls: We’re different