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		<title>The Value of That Old Routine</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 22:31:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Addy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve been back from my holiday trip for two weeks now, and since then I&#8217;ve managed to be on time exactly once.</p>
<p>Being on time has always been a struggle for me, and it&#8217;s an area where I&#8217;ve made great strides in recent years.  I&#8217;m still not perfect, but I used to be late for absolutely [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a id="ProductLink0" href="http://affiliates.art.com/get.art?T=15063948&amp;A=881732&amp;L=8&amp;P=14959533&amp;S=2&amp;Y=0" target="_blank"><img id="Product0" src="http://imagecache5.art.com/LRG/34/3465/B6THF00Z.jpg" border="0" alt="Buy at Art.com" hspace="15" vspace="10" width="260" height="350" align="right" /></a>I&#8217;ve been back from my holiday trip for two weeks now, and since then I&#8217;ve managed to be on time exactly once.</p>
<p>Being on time has always been a struggle for me, and it&#8217;s an area where I&#8217;ve made great strides in recent years.  I&#8217;m still not perfect, but I used to be late for absolutely everything all the time.  It got to the point where my friends would just plan on seeing me half an hour after we were supposed to meet up.</p>
<p>Over the last few years, I&#8217;ve managed to get better at it, but I couldn&#8217;t quite tell you how &#8212; possibly this has something to do with why things have gotten chaotic over the past few weeks.  The trip caused a disruption, and then being sick caused another disruption, and I just lost my grip on my routine.<span id="more-443"></span></p>
<p>Routine is a scary word for a lot of adults with ADD.  By its very definition it threatens the spontenaity we ADD types love and excel at.  &#8220;Routine&#8221; conjures up bad memories of school, or the job we hate, or the structure that was imposed upon us by others &#8212; often, we were told, because we are too careless or scatterbrained to manage our own schedules.  Like &#8220;organized&#8221; or &#8220;neat&#8221; or &#8220;schedule&#8221;, it&#8217;s a word that makes us feel like screw-ups.</p>
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</script></div><p>It took a long time for me to even want a routine, let alone to know how to build one, but starting last summer I began to create a schedule for myself.  One thing that helped, of course, is that it was <em>my</em> schedule; it wasn&#8217;t something imposed on me as a punishment for handing in my assignments late, or bring home a bad report card.  The other thing that helped was changing the way I think about routine.</p>
<p>You see, I realized that routine, far from being an inherently boring monotony, is actually a way to streamline the boring stuff and give myself more time for what I enjoy.  If I know that I clean my kitchen from 1:30 to 2:30 on Wednesdays, and I know what order in which I do each part of that task, I don&#8217;t have to waste time thinking about how to clean my kitchen.  I don&#8217;t have to waste time wondering how long it will take.  I don&#8217;t have to set aside all afternoon and evening on Friday because company is coming on Saturday and the entire house is a disaster.</p>
<p>Likewise, if I know that I get the same items at the grocery store every week, I can have a copy of that list on my cell phone.  My list has items to buy every week, like bread, and another section for things to check on every week, like olive oil.  I don&#8217;t have to waste time each week making up a brand new grocery list.  Furthermore, if my list takes the store lay-out into account, I don&#8217;t have to wander around backtracking or looking for items on my list.  I start with the bread, then the dairy, and so on.  I can be in and out of the grocery store in under 20 minutes.</p>
<p>My routine leaves me more time to be spontaneous.  If I want to make an unplanned stop on the way home from the store &#8212; no problem, I have the time.  If I want to go out with friends on Friday night &#8212; no problem, the house is clean.  The time that I used to spend writing grocery lists and doing emergency cleaning is time that I can now spend making art, blogging, or just watching TV.</p>
<p>I guess now I just need a routine for leaving the house in the morning.</p>
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		<title>I Hate Disruptions</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 05:28:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Addy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;">When I was a sophomore in high school, we used to joke about our American History teacher&#8217;s compulsive habits.  If you moved the stapler, the three hole punch, or the pencil sharpener even slightly out of alignment, he would immediately notice and put them back.  For awhile we tried moving them [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: justify;"><a class="APCTitleAnchor" title="Alice in Wonderland: The White Rabbit and Alice's Big Hand" href="http://affiliates.allposters.com/link/redirect.asp?item=3317955&amp;AID=36616835&amp;PSTID=1&amp;LTID=2&amp;lang=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/BUYPOD/0-587-17243-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Alice in Wonderland: The White Rabbit and Alice's Big Hand" hspace="10" width="338" height="450" align="right" /></a>When I was a sophomore in high school, we used to joke about our American History teacher&#8217;s compulsive habits.  If you moved the stapler, the three hole punch, or the pencil sharpener even slightly out of alignment, he would immediately notice and put them back.  For awhile we tried moving them around to mess with him, because these kinds of things are hilarious when you&#8217;re fifteen, but he just inevitably and without comment replaced the objects exactly as they had been.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The game quickly ceased to be amusing, and anyway the teacher proved himself to be a pretty cool guy.  Eventually I got to know him well enough to remark that he must be an incredibly organized person.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">&#8220;Oh, not at all,&#8221; he said, looking surprised.  &#8220;You should see my house.  The reason why I need everything in its place is because I&#8217;m so <em>disorganized</em>.&#8221;</p>
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<p style="text-align: justify;">At the time, I found it hard to believe that a fellow chaos demon could possibly be organized, at all, ever, in any way.  These days, it makes a little more sense.  For instance, today my partner asked me to pick up a library book for him.  I felt myself getting stressed and irritated and cursey.  <em>Dammit</em>, I thought, the library closes at 5:30, and that mean&#8217;s I&#8217;ll need to leave for my art lesson early, and that will just screw <em>everything</em> up&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Because I get ready to leave for my lesson at 3:30.  This allows me time to pack any supplies I need to bring, change into paint clothes, find my shoes and keys, get out the door, and make the 15 minute drive to my student&#8217;s house, and be ready to start the lesson at 4.  As long as I start getting ready to go at 3:30, I&#8217;m fine.  Tuesday afternoons.  3:30.  That&#8217;s it.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">If I have to run another errand before my lesson, I need to leave even earlier.  How much earlier?  I have no idea.  When I manage to be punctual, it&#8217;s because I&#8217;ve figured out the hard time at which I need to start getting ready to leave.  This takes a tremendous amount of mental effort, and once I&#8217;ve expended that effort, I can&#8217;t tamper with it or it the whole system dissolves.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">So, today, I tried to get to the library, but in spite of my best efforts I couldn&#8217;t start getting ready until 3:30.   I didn&#8217;t make it to the library, so I&#8217;ll have to run a separate library errand tomorrow, which of course is another disruption.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">To disrupt my day even further, my partner&#8217;s birthday is this weekend, so after my lesson I had to go to the mall, which I hate, to get his present &#8230; and as long as I was there, I really needed new bras, because I&#8217;ve lost weight and the crappy ones I got at TJ Maxx don&#8217;t fit right and I haven&#8217;t been fitted properly in years &#8230; so I went to Nordstrom, which I&#8217;ve heard has expert bra fitters.  And it does.  But that was another couple of hours, and my whole evening was shot.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Did I mention that I hate the mall?</p>
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