Today's triumph? I counted.
Yes, counted. As in one, two, three, four... and so on. I counted survey answers on sheets of paper and reported them to my coworker.
No, I'm not still in kindergarten, but yes, this was still a feat.
See, you may have noticed that OCD makes me doubt almost everything: The correct amount of something is no exception.
There are times that I've had to recount and recount something, and then have someone else check my number just to be sure. The act of counting can drive me mad. Did I skip one? Did I double count another? Anything could happen!
But this morning I was pretty good about it and my coworker didn't have to suffer from a time-wasting amount of checks and recounts. That's a win for me today.
In other news, while texting my boyfriend made a very astute observation. He said "I can authoritatively say that you tend to hear one possibly bad thing and then assume the worst possible interpretation ever imagined by anyone ever in the history of the world."
My therapist agreed that this was anxiety in a nutshell. The boyfriend also gets a win today.