26 years ago was apparently the first time my mom noticed I had OCD.
She walked in to pick me up from preschool. I was sitting next to my best friend Jenny, both of our eyes glossed over while finger-painting.
My awareness shifted from day-dreaming, to my mom standing in the doorway, to where I was sitting, to my hands covered in layers of wet and dry paint.
The panic that proceeded is what my mom refers to (jokingly) as my first experience with OCD, because later my rituals had me washing my hands excessively.
So flash forward to today… Jenny and I have just arrived with 4 of our other best friends to celebrate her Bachelorette party.
And tomorrow we are going to a ‘Naked Cowboy’ burlesque show. Something I never would have considered possible for myself while dealing with OCD & Anxiety. Along with:
- Going away to college
- Skydiving
- Following a career in teambuilding & outdoor education
Today’s lesson to remember is that if you’re not uncomfortable, you’re not growing. AND if you’re not growing, you’re dying.
If you want to experience what you’ve always considered impossible for yourself, you have to be willing to be uncomfortable.
That’s all for today.