And now for something completely different

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I have come to terms with my own high level OCD.  This is not the debilitation version of a disorder but quite the polar opposite.  This is what I like to refer to as Obsessive Committed Drive.

Is it a disease? Are there meds that will keep it in check?  Or Lord help us, is it contagious? The answer is no.  To what part, you'll have to decide.

Let's start with the basics.  I obsess.  Yep.  Not only do I admit it, I embrace it.  But before we dive to far into the realm of my world let's take a step back.

OCD is defined in medical terms with the following; Obsessive-compulsive disorder is an anxiety disorder in which people have unwanted and repeated thoughts, feelings, ideas, sensations (obsessions), or behaviors that make them feel driven to do something (compulsions).

There are a couple of operative words there that I'd like to draw your attention to.  Anxiety, disorder and the reference to actions or thoughts that are unwanted.  The train that I'm riding carries none of that baggage.  I see my drive as a gift.

If I had to provide some brief, less than medical jargon narrative of what motivates my actions it would read something like this. Obsessive Committed Drive is the extreme motivation to improve, simplify, learn or succeed.  It can apply to relationships, simple or complex tasks, work and play.

Anyone who is close to me will already have a firm understanding of what I am trying to describe. For the rest of the world, I will open up a little and give you some insight into the mind of my OCD by sharing some exploits, history and basic ramblings.  You might want to buckle up.