I may have adult onset A.D.D. but I can’t focus on the issue long enough to find out for sure.

OK, I admit it. I have it. It keeps me up late at night. I wake in the morning with my heart and mind racing. I get half way through a movie and realize I can’t remember what has happened so far. I hear voices at every business I visit telling me how things could be run better or made more profitable. I sit in my office and start doing one task and almost immediately find myself doing something entirely different. Yes I have it, the curse that has plagued men and women for years. It took the French to label those with this frightening malady, the horrendous disease that repeatedly makes people surrender to every mental attack, no matter how small. Like it or not, I have to accept it, I am an entrepreneur.

It’s good that I work for myself because I think that a smarter boss might fire me and then I’d have to wait to tell my wife that I had been canned, while all the time thinking that there had to be a better and more profitable way to fire people.

Unlike most people in business, I not only “run the numbers” but I chase after them and try to corral them into a nice functional herd, where upon I promptly shut the gate and leave them to be cared for by someone else. I have to ask, do I really love these numbers over which I have responsibility, or do I just like the idea of being responsible for them, but lack the aptitude and concentration to give them the attention they deserve. Probably so. I suspect that I am perfectly willing to go forward without giving my charges any thought until they start to misbehave, and even then I tend to care only for those numbers that are preceded with a dollar sign.

So I will bear my burden with a smile. I will go forward dragging my inability to focus on only one thing, like writing in my blog, without simultaneously trying to figure out how to monetize this process. It is my lot in life to be open to whatever crazy thing comes along. At least I can honestly say I am never bored. I think I could sell some anti-boredom, I just need to figure out how to package it. I’ll think about that for a while. After all, it’s better than working.

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