I’m sure it’s never apparent on here, but I can tend to over-think things sometimes. I get fixated on a particular topic and I have to flesh out every possible scenario in my head until I can make sense of each potential avenue. Control freak, much?
One of my most favoritest things to do is make lists. Pro and con lists. Shopping lists. To do lists. Wedding guest lists. Lists of every boy I’ve ever kissed in my life. Anytime I start to wonder about something, I want to organize all the thoughts and write them down in a neat little bulleted record for myself and all future generations to enjoy.
The last time I went to Europe, I made my packing list at least a month in advance. And preparing for my next departure in 4 ½ weeks has put me into full OCD mode. There are many lists circulating in my apartment right now and last night I began to consolidate them into the mutha of all written plans.
I made a clothing matrix.
Yes, I graphed out every top, bottom, dress, sweater and pair of shoes I was going to take to Europe and figured out how many outfits I could make with the pieces. It came to 58. But I bet there are more combos I didn’t think of. Then I started making another table of “at home in the UK” items vs. “traveling on the weekend” items. Because, you know, they don’t have stores over there so if I forget anything, I’m screwed.
The worst part is that I LOVE doing this stuff. Organizing and planning floats my little OCD boat like nothing else. Or maybe the worst part is that I was drinking wine and watching The Bachelorette with my 2 cats while I was doing it…that might be the worst part.
Do you guys find as much joy in indulging your OCD stuff as I do?