Funny how, for those of us who suffer from a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, when things in one aspect of life are in disarray, you focus (obsess) on things you can control. For instance, to deal with some current stressors that I can’t do anything about, I just spent a few hours rearranging books (and making sure they were lined up just so and dusted and arranged by height and subject matter). Whenever I get stressed out, my OCD kicks into high gear. Luckily, my sypmtoms are typically pretty useful and have the end result of a cleaner house or carefully arranged personal effects or a hair cut. Nothing too horrid. The only OCD thing I wish I could quit doing is checking the emergency brake on my car. Over and over again. I drive a stick, and it’s important that the emergency brake is engaged so the car doesn’t roll. I’ve probably forgotten to engage the brake once, maybe twice, in my life, but that doesn’t stop the obsession. I put on the brake, say in my head “brake is on,” get out of the car and walk a few steps before having to turn around, return to the car and peer through the window to make sure. Good thing I only need a second opinion on the matter and don’t find myself getting up in the middle of the night to check. That would just be crazy.