Life Usually Has Other Plans

For the past week, I’ve been stressing out over an upcoming event:my return to the dating pool. I can’t say that my swim went well. First, I paced back and forth on the pool deck, eyeing the water suspiciously. Then I stuck a toe in, but quickly retreated to a safe distance. Wet! It was much too wet. Then I shook myself off, scheduled my swim, awaited my moment, and dressed for the occasion. I even took a selfie to send to my daughters before I took the plunge.In the photo, I ’m so nervous in my bathing suit, I don’t recognize the man looking back at me. There’s something wrong with his face. He doesn ’t look anything like me. It might be his rigor mortis smile, or the overly pink complexion moments before he begins to steam from apprehension. Whatever is ailing him, it doesn’t matter. Life managed to keep him away from the water 35 minutes before he was scheduled to dive in.The school gave me a call seconds after I took the selfie. My daughter was having a breakout seizure.I recorded the following to Facebook on my way to the Brownie’s high school. For some reason I chose to use text-to-speech in Facebook. Maybe it was the app already open on my iPhone at that moment. Maybe I just wasn’t thinking clearly. Regardless, here’s what I said:On my way to the high school instead of a date. The Brownie is having a seizure. It ’s a rotten timing. It’s taken her years to be ready for me to date. And now, this happens. Hopefully, ...
Source: The Splintered Mind by Douglas Cootey - Category: Psychiatry Tags: ADHD Family Goodreads Writing Source Type: blogs