I have to ask myself sometimes if I’m compulsive. Or maybe obsessive – or both. On the other hand, maybe I’m just anal.
What brings up this subject? Well, here I am – end of work day feeling absolutely spiffy. I am the very embodiment of spiffiness! And this is because everything on my to-do list, which was extensive today, is done – ticked off. My life is so organized.
I don’t even have computer problems to be concerned with. My new iMac is the best thing since sliced bread – in fact, it’s even better – it’s the bet thing since the best thing before sliced bread was the best thing.
It’s true that with my life in such perfect order, the first thing that occurs to me, when the good, satisfied, accomplished, high-achievement feeling wears off, is boredom. It’s all done! There’s nothing left to do! Now what?
But still – I can live with that for a wee bit. And the reason I can stand it is that already I am going over in my mind my to-do list for tomorrow and am contemplating how great I’ll feel when that is done too,
Yes, I know – it’s sick! And not sick in the good way – sick in the obsessive-compulsive way.
But it’s me, isn’t it? And by this point in my life I’ve not only learned to accept this less than stellar side of me, but also to fully embrace and love it. And I suspect that’s slightly sick too (but in the good way).