A little OCD
I read a quote in a magazine tonight that spoke to me quite perfectly. “If someone told me that I could only eat the same 12 foods for the rest of my life, I’d be perfectly okay with that.” Which is not to say I don’t eat a variety of foods! But I do tend to get “stuck” on favorites. For the last few years, I’ve eaten edamame at least three times a week (and sometimes 5 times a week) because it’s my number one comfort food.
I also tend to get into these oddball cleaning sprees. All of a sudden, I want everything clean and organized and purged and I want it all done NOW NOW NOW. My beloved pile of magazines has been growing like a weed for quite a while now, so I sat down earlier tonight to go through it. It’s now 6 hours later, and I’m still going through them. I can’t bear to just throw them out without at least leafing through the pages and speed reading the occasional story. So I’ve worked my way through 9 of them (yes, I just went and counted) and I still have a stack of 27 left. I guess this will be a multi-night project.
What I’m supposed to be doing is sleeping so that I can get up Saturday morning and get to The Container Store for supplies. Mom and I have big organizing plans afoot for the weekend that include moving where we’ve been storing the kits, moving a bunch of office furniture, and adding more office furniture from Ikea. So naturally we have to put it together ourselves.
But right now, I just want to go through one more magazine…