I’ve never come back from a weekend feeling relaxed and reinvigorated to get back into work.
I come back with the taste of freedom, still fresh in my mouth, a renewed hatred for work, and a strong suspicion that this is not what I should be spending my life doing.
What I do at work:
- Spreadsheets
- Emails
- Spreadsheets about emails
- Emails about spreadsheets
- Meetings based on emails where we talk about spreadsheets
ADHD is writing a perfectly organized to-do list in color-coded categories, then spending 45 minutes researching the “best pens for productivity” instead of doing a single thing on the list.
ADHD: I see something. I want it. I buy it.
Autism: I see something. I question it. I don’t buy it.
AuDHD: I see something. I want it. I compare every single option for days on end. I buy it too late or never.
One of the most humbling ADHD realizations? The excitement comes from planning the hobby—not actually doing it. The dopamine wasn’t in doing the hobby… it was in imagining the version of me who would.
Sorry, I’m not free this weekend. On Friday night, I’m busy recovering from the 5 day work week. Saturday is only 45 minutes long, and on Sunday, I’m totally tied up with a series of panic attacks because Monday is literally 30 minutes away.