Broken Dolls

It's been a very satisfying and interesting week.  I'm making connections with other ADHD adults and sharing notes, keeping up with exercising in a realistic and very enjoyable way and am interviewing for a job tomorrow, a job that isn't waiting tables and IS in the arts.  Next month I'll be meeting up for coffee with a woman who happened to mention to our mutual music instructor that she is ADHD.  As life moves ever so slowly in the direction that I desire, I measure the change in small increments.  

One such small example is that I always have the necessary quarters to do laundry, unlike before when I either didn't have the actual money or didn't think to collect quarters until the laundry had built up.  Another such change is my ability to get more and more done each day without it feeling like a dreadfully boring task or that the weight of all of infinity is laying out in front of me to confront.  

Don't get me wrong, I very much still struggle.  I've made only a tiny bit of headway in creating an audio slideshow using iPhoto.  I still can't figure out if I can upload it to YouTube.  Technology, I love you but you are a bitch.  Additionally, I've made very little headway in creating this second music festival and it's nearly the end of January.  That said, I have a bit more faith that I'll do what needs to be done and it will get done well.

Why the title, "Broken Dolls?"  Meeting a number of adults roughly my age and talking about our shared employment, depression, relationship, you-name-it issues has been like coming home.  

We're all broken dolls but you're my broken dolls.