Hello, new friend!
Are you frustrated with your web presence? Are you a fellow tribe member of the awesome yet insanely frustrating ADHD club?
One of my specialties is in helping entrepreneurs with ADHD find ideal clients and build mutually profitable relationships!
So let’s get this right out of the way: You. You’re ok just as you are.
I’m telling myself this as much as I’m telling it to you.
All too often, women fall by the wayside in a myriad of ways, but most especially when it comes to ADHD.
The statistics aren’t in our favor when it comes to being diagnosed (I hate that word), much less accepted as a card carrying member of the ADHD club.
Is it really Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder? What if I rename it the following: And Daily Huge Daydreams? Always Doing Hectic Dashing? Absolutely Dear Hearted Dabblers? Airy Decadent Hyperbole Damsels?
I was 21 when I was labeled with “the gift”.
There, doesn’t that sound better than “diagnosed with the disorder”? Shoutout to Peter Shankman and his book Faster Than Normal for reframing ADHD as a gift and not a liability. It’s a must-read for people with ADHD and the people in their lives.
When I look back on my life, I see that I was fairly zoned out much of the time. You could tick off all the boxes and then some in terms of what the professionals say are the classic symptoms of ADHD.
Grab a copy of any of my progress reports in childhood and adolescence, and you would see the following:
“She does a great job on her tests but needs to turn in the homework and also sit still in class.”
“She’s fun in class but has trouble keeping quiet. If only she would concentrate and apply herself more….”
Don’t you hate it when you’re judged because you have minimal to zero control of your attention span? I wish I could say that it all miraculously disappears when you’re an adult, but nope.
Sometimes it’s worse?
Confession time: my first rock bottom hit me at 21 was when I was zoning out so much that I got into in several minor car accidents in a short amount of time. As an L.A. native, driving throughout her sprawling metropolis is non-negotiable, so I went to see a doctor, STAT.
I guess I’d sort of managed ok up until that point, but was now a menace to society with my inattention and that was unacceptable.
There’s a lot of stuff that’s happened between then and now. At almost forty-five years old, I guess I’ve learned some things.
I’d originally set up this site because Rachael Tyrell is one of my
heroes inspirations style icons.
I mean who doesn’t want to be a replicant with perfect hair, posture, and demeanor? Spoiler alert, it ends in tragedy, but I rather enjoyed Blade Runner 2049.
Lest I digress any further, here are some of my posts that have received the most traffic.
Check them out because you’ll find some useful information.
I spent a lot of time in terms of research and testing and use the info in them at least once per week.
What else should I say here
I’m a Portland-based lifestyle blogger and freelance designer + developer.
I’ve had blue hair mostly, except when I dyed it to a “normal” color to work at Google.
I’ve been called a storyteller, an actress, a model, a brainstorm partner, resale fashion connoisseur, and classy goofball.
I’ve had a bunch of different jobs and have seen things you wouldn’t believe. It goes with the territory when you have ADHD. Everything is just a bit faster and I feel as if I’ve already lived three lifetimes!
One thing that’s for sure is that I’m an awkward person. Then there’s that ADHD diagnosis again and the combo is a superpower that lets me hyperfocus on the many things I’m really passionate about.
Maybe someday I’ll elaborate about the time I went onstage in front of way too many people for a very public speech (about finding yourself through philosophy, what on earth was I THINKING?) at Ignite Seattle. You live and you learn, right?
How about the time I took the needle off the wrong record when I was DJing at a large rave at Chico State? Whoops! When that happens, the best thing to do is throw your hands in the air and wave ’em like you just don’t care. And make some whooping sounds. Hey, it worked! (WHEW)
So let’s get back to you + me. Us?
The power of the internet is that it’s a tool to help us make real, lasting connections. From the days of BBS, where you could meet people to play Dungeons and Dragons with you to where it is today, the possibilities are endless.
I started my career as a makeup artist. Before there were thousands of awesome beauty tutorials on YouTube, there were books like Way Bandy’s Designing Your Face. As a kid, I became
Web and software development came later after I used the top spa software at a celebrity medical spa in L.A. It was supposed to be the best as money was no object, yet it just wasn’t good enough!
It was confusing at best and I spent way more time combing through redundant tutorials and then making my own custom fields in frustration.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be just an esthetician, you can make software work better.”
I should have listened sooner?
Life’s definitely way too short to not take a chance and share your unique voice with the world.
I can help you get out of your own way so that you can finally do the thing!
THINGS YOU’D LEARN ABOUT ME OVER THAI ICED TEA:
My favorite words include bamboozled, hoodwinked, and untenable.
I once told David Lynch + his entourage that they had to leave. This was when I was working at a private membership lingerie store in L.A.
I’ve seen Depeche Mode perform 6 times.
I believe in all black everything, but I am warming up to grays in the summer.
23 is the age when I took my first airplane trip (non-stop flight by myself to London!)
I cannot pronounce Worcestershire sauce. Whir-cest-ter-shire?
Let’s Be Internet Friends
Here’s what to do next:
I post rarely on Facebook lately because it’s such a timesuck. Remember, our time = their $$.
Instagram and I have a great relationship and I definitely share more frequently there.
Check out my Pinterest boards because I have curated some cool stuff throughout the years that you’ll definitely spend a lot of time repinning, so consider yourself warned!