When I was a child, my sisters and I would spend every summer with my Tia Carmen. Tia Carmen and her husband Clemente had an apartment in Mexico City. Despite all the difficulties of big city living, just like New Yorker’s - people who live in Mexico City love the Capital. My parents would put us on the train in Guadalajara, and we would arrive in Mexico City the following day. We could hardly sleep on the train because we were sooooo exited! The apartment was in La Colona Polanco—not too far from El Museo de Antropologia. We all knew we would be visiting this museum and the Mexican Castle, El Castillo de Chapultepec. We were always on our best behavior as we wanted to be invited to come back the following summer.
Just like any apartment in a big city, they did not have extra space for guests so we would campout in the living room and it was really adventurous for us. Tio Clemente, was a writer and he had his typewriter on the dining room table, right next to the living room. Early every morning he would play classical music verrrrrrrry loud to inspire his writing—music like Beethoven and Tchaikovsky. He smoked a lot and would pace through the living room and the dining room, like a caged lion contemplating his escape. Nevermind—that we were there sleeping. So we would wake up! (Who Wouldn't?) I believe we didn't say much, but even if we could have, we would not have been able to hear each other. Complaining about this would be out of the question, we were just happy to be in the big city. There he was…smoking…smoking, pacing…pacing, with the music blaring and somehow we just knew to stay out of his way as he created his chapters.
Now as an adult, I especially remember him doing these things when I am dictating my Just for Kicks—I find myself pacing…pacing…and listening to classical music…not smoking, but I just can't stay still. Besides, writing in English, is very difficult for me. I am just really good at pacing…thinking…and dictating. There I am…in the store…pacing between the front room and around my displays by the counter…and back again. Expecting whoever is taking my notes to type as fast as I think. I am pretty sure that I have ADD but I have turned it into a good thing because I can handle many things at once, at the store. I used to feel bad for what appeared to be a lack of focus, but it’s really because my mind is like el pulpo (an octopus), with my mental tentacles suctioned to everything I am doing at once. I have learned to “go easy” on myself, and not punish myself for what I cannot do, and recognize where my talents are, and just go with it!