10/07/2026
Disclaimer, I’m gonna use the R word, I know it’s politically incorrect to use it but I think in this example it’ll make sense and hopefully not offend anybody.This is what I now call my ADHD hat. Last week instead of working on my taxes, sweeping and attending to the shop, my severe ADHD self (there’s also a rational self but that one is usually drowned out by my ADHD self) decided that the most important thing is the world was to try and figure out how to make a boro inspired hat by sewing together every tiny scrap of Sashiko fabric I had that until then were too small for anything and were destined to be thrown out. Who are we kidding, have you been to my shop? I don’t throw anything out. So for 9 hours a day for two days I worked on this thing. On numerous occasions I would put down stuff and misplace it. Glasses, scissors, needles, fabric, presser feet. It was a constant struggle. I think I spent a third of the time looking for s**t I had in my hand mere minutes ago. I’ve had enough therapy where I know how a normal person operates and this was not it. The rational voice in my head kept piping in with s**t like, “you can’t live like this! Normal people don’t live like this” and “You can only blame your ADHD for so much. Maybe you’re partially retarded” and “this isn’t normal, you know that right?” and “ok, this is the fourth time you’ve lost your scissors today, I’m pretty sure your clinically retarded” and “how can you be expected to run a business when you’re wasting your entire day making a hat for yourself instead of attending to your adult responsibilities” and “why is it that you always operate in complete chaos?” Anyways, I made a cool hat and my sales tax for the quarter is late. Also, I have now switched my ADHD meds to something else. Fingers crossed.
