For a couple years now I’ve thought I leaned more toward obsessive thinking than being compulsive. Its only when I’m under high stress/anxiety that I seem to have urges to do certain things, or do things certain ways. Or at least that’s what I thought. A few weeks ago the woman I baby sit for started making comments about how often I rearrange my house. And that’s when it clicked, HOLY SHIT! I have a problem. I rearrange everything from big furniture to the movies on our bookshelf CONSTANTLY. I constantly pace different rooms racking my brain about how I can change things, how I can make things more organized or more efficient. It consumes a tremendous amount of my time. A lot of times I will up and quit whatever I’m doing and start organizing. I go through my clothes and things in storage far more than I probably should. And I get so worked up about it. I can spend days trying to figure out how best to utilize a space. And I often feel like I’ve failed. But I feel like now that I’m more aware of it I can work on it. I love being organized, but I hate obsessing.
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