Today I went to an organic gardening group I joined last year. It was nice, and I'm glad I went. I even ate a cookie despite feeling like my hands were "dirty." As always, I'll do a lot for sugar.
For good or bad, the meeting was held very close to where my sister's new house is going up. I've been avoiding the site, since the whole process sends me into OCD fits. But today I drove by. It looks lovely, and only scared me a small, well, medium, amount.
I'm thrilled with my "scary social event" progress, though. After months with zero or maybe one event, I've got six scheduled for February already, and it would have been more had my knitting class not been canceled at the last minute.
At six to ten a month, I'll be at 52 in no time!
OCD and Transitions
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