Lightbulbs

Finally.

It’s funny (in a sort of dismal way) that for most of my life, I’ve been branded as a bit of an oddball. An easily distracted one.

I’ve always had this predilection for picking up hobbies, locking in for 2-3 months, and then almost inevitably crashing.

Sometimes, I return to an abandoned interest, so the time and money invested wasn’t completely wasted. But just as often, these side quests are but another footnote in the ledger.

C’est la vie.

Hindsight is 20/20, but a later-in-life diagnosis of a neurodivergent condition that actually matches your symptoms, behavior, and experiences? Man, it sure is nice to finally stop feeling like a square peg being forced into a round hole.

The clarity is blinding.