I quit. Seriously. I'm done. Finished.
And it's a damn fine thing!
I've decided that I'm done letting stupid people and silly fears stop me from being happy. I will always have OCD, and will always make things a little different for me, but IT WILL NOT STOP ME.
I'm finished letting other people convince me not to do something I know I will enjoy. It's not YOUR life, it's MINE! I was talked out of the Tough Mudder last year, I have been convinced to stay home when I would rather go out, I was guilted into missing things I wanted to do. But you're not here anymore. AND I'VE MOVED ON!
I went bouldering last night. I invited someone I barely know to join me on a hike (yes, I know for fact this person is not a serial killer). I'm going to give a talk of sorts at a Girl Scout camp, despite what I think of public speaking. I started playing my clarinet again, and (SCREW YOU, CONRAD!) I'm playing jazz!
I will work with my OCD, I will work around my OCD, but my OCD will not define me or run my life anymore. It's my life, not yours. You make it hard enough, OCD, without me letting you win.
I'm not letting fear of people thinking I'm weird stop me. The people who love me, love me because I'm weird. If you can't handle weird, it's not my problem that you're probably boring.
I'm going to be happy. I've made the decision. There will be bad days, there will be tough weeks. That's life. And I'm not going to let it get the best of me anymore!
