Check in, Check Out

I want to check in with this communication modality, aka my blog, because I have been so distracted lately that I have let it fall by the wayside. But that’s ADHD. The key is to come back. To keep trying.

Last post, I told you I was stuck. But by accomplishing a few of my goals, getting my meds in order, and adding a few new resources, I am doing so much better.

First- I finished a show that was giving me so much trouble. I thought it would be easy to write a production where no one touched each other, and everyone was filmed separately.

Spoilers, it was not.

But I finished it. It was another adaptaion. But it was an unusual approach. My mother, for whom I wrote this show, both in dedication and for her school, called it The Breakfast Club and Little Women combined. Little Women Club? Breakfast Women?

I call it Little Women in Quarantine.

More than anything it was a love letter to the teacher in both Louisa May Alcott and my own mother- who is retiring this year after several decades of being an educator. And of course, the thousands of teachers who, like my mother, took this new modality of distance learning and used it to help their students emotionally and mentally survive this pandemic.

I was reading the script aloud over the phone to my mother to help me with some word smithing and editing. (Her first career was in journalism, so she is a very good editor.) And we both found ourselves crying.

Had I a little more of her tenacity brand ADHD and less of my sensory aversive one- I would have stuck out college and become an official third generation teacher. I don’t regret that choice because there are things that she has dealt with that would have broken me– but I’m always impressed with how much she accomplished.

So many children, that were left behind by a system that was intended to leave no child behind, were saved by my mother. Because she made the point of pulling them along into being succesful readers– no matter the work, or the blowback from students, parents, and administrators alike. She was unconventional, and occasionally ruffled some feathers. But like a duck, the majority of the outrage just washed over her and away.

I hate conflict. But her ability to take in that conflict and bulldoze through it to do the right thing… I wish with all my heart that was a trait I had inherited. But since that is not how character works– I will just have to learn by example. Which makes her a whole other kind of teacher.

Oh man, I think I might cry again.

So let me tell you about another teacher that has been helping me so much lately. My new resource for stress and anxiety.

And that is Ediya Daulet.

I discovered her ASMR channel on youtube and her meditations have helped me so much. She has a very calming voice and great content. She also has a very interesting life and story.

I will leave you with one of her videos that has personally helped me check out and relax over the last few weeks which features one of my favorite relaxation sounds- the ocean. Enjoy.