I want to cry for a few reasons–one is because a lot of good things happened today. Somehow, I got up early enough to turn on my computer and check the Iditarod stats. I was an hour late to see John Baker get into Nome. But hey, he won! Yay!!! 😀 I was rooting for him. Unfortunately, I didn't see Ramey Smyth come in 2nd, as too many people were trying to view the Nome cam. Anyway, but I was able to check. Then I turned off my computer by 11, then I went and bathed myself–in a rather unconventional way–wash cloth + soap + little bucket filled with hot water. I think it helped me to bathe faster and to not worry so much just doing it differently than usual. Besides, knowing there was a bucket of hot water ready to rinse myself with really helped since I have fears about the hot water running out–especially since the installation of the new water heater that has problems.
Anyway, then I got dressed and was all ready to go when my sister was ready to take me to work. Due to actually getting things done that I wanted to before I left, my anxiety was much lower than it was on Sunday. Pretty good day. Then got home to find that The OCD Workbook had arrived in the mail and I had also gotten a letter from a friend. 🙂
Now to the second reason I want to cry–not so good. I'm glad my book got here, but I'm also scared to death of it. I'm a bibliophile and I'm scared of a book. I don't like being this way, but I'm scared to get better. I don't really know why. And I think maybe I'm afraid to face why it is. But I guess maybe this is a good thing, too–I'm admitting it; that's the first step, right?