I don’t write about my OCD much- it’s fairly mild and mostly controlled, but I still have my moments. I’ve started packing up the holiday decorations, trying to get them consolidated and organised (I found a bag of white lights that had gotten separated- maybe I’ll use them on the shrubs next year?). Included are some blue lights given to me by a friend. I plugged them to check, and all three strings were partially out. I started juggling bulbs to figure out whether I could get at least one string working…
I won’t say how much later I came up for air.
I had to admit to myself that if I invested a lot might time I *might* save one strand, and we don’t even use blue lights anyway, so I bagged it all up and trashed it. This is an incredibly difficult thing to do- to stop a compulsion cold. I actually feel a little sick. I’ll start working on something else to help distract myself, but I’m really proud that I realised what I was doing and stopped myself. I could easily have still been working on those bulbs when hubby got home from work. It’s just one of those things.
Of course, now I’m afraid to check whether the strings of white lights work or not.