Executive functioning is what it sounds like–those “managerial” things our brains do like organizing, scheduling, planning and impulse control.
If my sailor and I were to compete in a pageant, he’d win Mr. Executive Functioning hands down. He’s organized, articulate, analytical and never misses an appointment or misplaces anything–ever. I’d be crowned Miss Congeniality. Don’t get me wrong. I’m able to live, work and raise a child without supervision. It’s just that organization isn’t my strong suit. I’m better at comic relief.
Lately however, I’ve been doing stupid things–things that are negatively impacting my daily life.
A couple of weeks ago I lost my house key somewhere. I know I had it when I left for work because I locked the door behind me, but that’s where the trail goes cold. Despite retracing my steps and searching the front yard and interior of the car, the key’s location remains a mystery. I had to call a locksmith to get us inside and re-key all the locks.
Last week I locked my keys in the trunk of my car. In all my years as a driver, I’ve never done that. When I realized where my car key was my first thought was expressed in language far too rude to share on this blog. My second thought was–What’s wrong with me? Am I losing my mind?
At my seminar, I learned that anxiety floods the frontal cortex of the brain with chemicals which hamper its performance. You guessed it–the frontal cortex is the part of the brain that controls executive functioning.
In terms of education, anxious children are less likely to be attentive, well-behaved students. This will impact their school performance.
In terms of me, this is very good news. I’m probably not suffering from early onset dementia. I’m just anxious.
It’s also good news for my local locksmith, who’s getting some extra business because I worry so much.