Living with A.D.D.

Roast: Light

I guess I've got to work on creating some more LRPs (see previous posts for clarification) because time is certainly moving much too quickly. I can't believe its been well over three months since I've last posted. Sure, I could blame it on schedule or bloggers block...but truth be told, I think I've just been lazy.

This year has been a difficult one for me as I have come to the realization that I have A.D.D. However, I'm not referring to the common acronym, Attention Deficit Disorder, that most of you are familiar with....no, mine is a much more serious affliction. Although admittedly a self-diagnosis, I am quite convinced that I am suffering from Age Denial Disorder.

It all started about 3 years ago, when I decided I would join the church softball team. I used to play quite often, but it had been about 16 years since I had last been on a competitive team. That year, I jumped right in...with the vigor of a twenty-something year old. The problem was (and continues to be) that my mind is telling my body to do things the way I used to do things. Diving for fly balls, showing up to the ball park to play a double-header without any stretching, trying to stretch a single into a double....and the list goes on and on. Needless to say, this past softball season is the first one in which I haven't been sidelined due to a sprained ankle or torn hamstring. And now, in retrospect, I can see that its all because of Age Denial Disorder, or A.D.D.

Turning 40 this past June has not helped matters. I stand in front of the mirror now and try to pluck the gray whiskers from my facial hair. I've even seriously considered purchasing anti-wrinkle cream....what is happening to me? Like many other fields, A.D.D. experts say that the first step in overcoming this affliction is admitting to yourself that you have a problem. I don't know that I'm ready for that step yet...but I do think that come next season...I'm joining the church golf league instead of softball.