Guilty as charged. I’ve been working gently to ease this feeling. I believe it doesn’t help that there are so many opportunities for self expression and entertainment that are easily available. These days, I focus on just two hobbies: plants, and equines. And mushrooms, art, and music, and long history rabbit holes. Baking bread. Textile crafts.

Then again I think it’s beautiful, bring on the chaos, and who cares if I do anything well. I keep telling myself that I am okay the way I am. I don’t need a diagnosis, I just need to function in my own time. Lately there have been so many small moments of me truly enjoying myself.