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What? Me Compulsive?

When I was growing up in Pittsburgh, I was often the first to go home while all the other kids continued to play outside after dinner.  It seems that I always had things that I had to do.

In college, I never stayed up all night to finish a paper or study for an exam.  I’m pretty sure that I've never made a late bill payment.  And in the more than twelve years that I have been writing this blog, I have written twice every week, no matter what else was going on in my life.

It’s pretty pathetic. 

Last weekend, I was having an appropriately-distanced catch up with a friend I’ve known since my freshman year in college.  Suddenly, I remembered all the things needing to be done at home. As I got up to go, I apologized for my perhaps-earlier-than-necessary departure.

She reminded me that in college, I always refused to go with my friends to the cheap Wednesday matinee movie because that was the time I set aside to write my weekly letter to my mother.

We are who we are.

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Florence

I think you are simply a well organized person with your priorities correct.

Maureen Helen

I agree with Florence. Your behaviour doesn't seem compulsive, more disciplined in the richest sense of the word.

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