So far, this blog has chronicled a little dose of the “bad and ugly” components of living life with the inattentive suptype of ADHD.

But, the thing is, that’s absolutely not a reflection of my life as a whole. Contrary to what one my think reading my 12 (Yeah, that’s right, 12) posts so far, I am actually not experiencing co-morbid depression alongside my ADHD symptoms.

I am a happy guy. And my life is good. Really, really good. Some of the reasons why include:

–I have two amazing daughters who are adorable
–Lolly, my wife, is my best friend, and she is beautiful, and she helps me so very much when it comes to all this ADHD-I stuff (and lots of other stuff) and I’m gonna have to do a post detailing her awesomeness because seriously folks, she is more amazing than you could ever know.
–I’m going to have a Master’s degree in June.
–I love my internship. I love counseling. I love teaching. I love music. I love writing. Pretty much all the stuff I do vocationally and avocationally, I love.
–The sun is shining outside right now. And it’s February, in Seattle.

That’s only a beginning of the reasons why when you see me, I’m in a pretty good mood most of the time. My point is, while the very nature of this blog is to point out some of the hardships that come with living with the inattentive subtype, I never want to give the impression that I am not happy. Nor that I feel that this particular challenge is any more or less challenging than the other very, very difficult things that people face in life, all the time.

It’s just different. And often mis-understood. And often put under scrutiny. And I want people to be able to come to a place and see for themselves why certained pre-concieved notions about “laziness” and “ADD kids” and the like might be… well just that. Pre-concieved notions.

Anyway, here’s to a very, very good day. A day where I got to play with my little girls in the morning, then got to read great stuff on the bus, then got to campus in plenty of time to do my Important Things (like this post), and am going to get to class on time, and am going to finish that paper that was due last week and turn it in so that I can ensure an A in my final three-credit class in grad school. (At least this round of grad-school.)

Really, my life is so happy it verges on nausea-inducing cheesiness frequently.

And I wouldn’t want it any other way.