Obsessive Compulsive Much?

Alas, its only been hours since my 1st post & I haven't stopped obsessing. Lists have already been formed, consisting of potential future posts. I call this My OCD or (in true 21st century form) aka MOCD. Although I haven't been clinically diagnosed with the disorder & I don't possess any strange habits or rituals, there is not a doubt in my mind that I have some mild case of it.

Who am I, without any form of education in the medical field, to make these diagnosis with such certainty?

Well, the proof is in the puddin', of course.

Let me start with some basics. I am the queen of steady appointments. I am not one of those people who says, "I think I'll get a manicure today". Nope, not me & honest to G-d its because I just CAN'T. Spontaneity freaks me out. I rely on schedule to function. Literally. Steady appointments all around & thats just the beginning. G-d forbid I get thrown a curveball? You might as well just blindfold me. Thats what it feels like. Like I can't see. I need to stop, take a minute & access if I can work around it & if I can, how I'm going to go about it. Its a disaster.
Exhibit B: When I have something out of routine coming up in my life... A vacation, a holiday, moving to/from summer residence etc, I literally lose sleep over it. I toss & turn throughout the night & eventually am up before sunrise making lists & planning things out while I sip my morning coffee. It's not that I'm a nervous person. Not in the slightest. I just have to have things under control or else. Things that I actually can control, obviously. I run a tight ship. I have to. I'm responsible for 3 kids, a household, a husband & myself. Thats no easy task in & of itself. Now add MOCD to the mix & the that explains why I do the things I do.
I have learned this about myself over the years & have since managed to work with it. There are people that get me & there are those that dont but I never try to change it. Its part of what makes me, me & I'm ok with that.

Now the fun stuff... Notebooks. Yes, notebooks. They come in all sorts of shapes & sizes & I own them all. They are a small addiction of mine. I own dozens. Each one containing information that I decide is worth noting. Web sites, internet finds, ideas I have, projects I need to get to, dimensions (oh, did I mention that I have my degree in Interior Decor & Design? Proudly, I do & I'll get to that in later posts I'm sure) & the list - no pun intended- goes on & on. My notebooks are my mental lifeline. Them & my cell phone aka my digital calendar.

Currently in use & they all serve a purpose.

I honestly don't know how I'd function without them.

I'm going to end here. I don't want to give too much away too soon. Im sure this topic will come up many a time in the future. Lets just consider this a small preview.