Lately my laugh comes more easily to me. That's a good thing. Normally something has to REALLY strike my funny bone for me to, as we say, LOL. But since coming home with Oliver I don't know, maybe I have finally accepted the reality that things don't have to be perfect to be... well, perfect. The truth is, no ones life is exactly what they thought it would be. Parts are, sure, but the whole kit and kaboodle? Nah. (Remember kaboodles? Those fun little make up totes...Those were awesome.)
I am certain there are things each of us would change if we could. We all have our demons, whether we talk about them or not. A big part of living with OCD is acceptance. Being willing to accept that your worst fears could come true. (Even though most of them are so far fetched and crazy they really never will.) Sometimes even imagining that they have come true. Accepting and confronting your fears and insecurities is the quickest way to remove them from your life. If you always run from them, they will always chase.
So I say hurray for a little fear every now and then. Bring it. Because we are all much much stronger than we give ourselves credit for.
Just my very very sleep deprived thoughts for today.