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Type H

Here's the thing...I LOVE order.  I love lists.  I love having a plan.  I love clean.  I love straightened.  I love things that have places to go and actually end up there...It's been mentioned that I have a very Type A/OCD personality.  When I get mad, I clean, y'all.  Ridiculous.  

Being Type-A comes in handy when someone needs help with organization, lists and note taking.  Oh!  I love a good notebook!!!  

Being Type-A can also be a little frustrating because, I tend to find myself striving for the impossible:  perfection. 

I thought I may be a bit crazy until I saw this article that changed the way I look at myself:  16 Signs You're A Little (Or A Lot) Type A on Huffington Post.  I read all 16 points and identified with exactly 15 of them.  FIFTEEN, y'all!  I had J read it and he jokingly said that it should actually just be called, "Type H" because I'm pretty much modeled after the personality type.

I cannot tell you how good I felt after reading this.  I say that because for my entire adult life, I've tried to figure out what was wrong with me.  How in the hell did I end up this way?  Why do I need lists for my lists?  Why is it that I feel like the world is imploding when things aren't being marked of said lists?  I felt like I was crazy.  Then this article comes out and it made sense.  While the term "Type A" isn't new and I've heard once or three million times in my life in the description of myself, I never quite understood what it meant.

It's my personality.  It's who I am and that's OK...for the most part.  I truly believe that having the need for constant order can be both good and bad.  I'm working on those parts that are bad and learning to let go of some stuff including practicing things like not making the bed in the morning just because.  **I literally cringe at the thought**  2014 is the year where I focus on figuring more stuff out, taking a deep breath and embracing who I am so this little article came at the perfect time.

I think I'm going to give everyone I work with a copy.  It should totally be in the employee handbook!  And maybe I'll give copies to all of my friends.  Oh, and maybe I'll put it in next year's Christmas cards to the family just so they're aware.... :-) 

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