Confessions of a Blogaholic

Obsessive Compulsive

I have always been obsessive compulsive about certain things: paperwork must be neat (no white-out, no illegibility), each object has its place (measuring cups go in the "measuring item" tupperware container), order, logicality, correct use of "their, there, they're" and "to, too, two," having a clean chalkboard in my classroom. Cross T's. Dot I's. Control. Control. Control.



I would love to quit being so anal, feeling controlled by my need to control. I would love to relax, understand that my way isn't necessarily the ONLY way. I would love to feel as though I can relinquish some control. I would really love to feel as if chaos is acceptable, wonderful, and appreciable.



Yeah, right.