I walk through the hotel hallways and pass hundreds of people. Many of them are laughing and talking, rushing to and fro. I see almost no evidence of compulsions or any manifestation of OCD. Yet, I know better. These are people that have suffered. Terribly. I am working hard to stop from weeping at that thought as I sit here in Grand Ballroom B of the Westin Boston Waterfront, while waiting for the beginning of the next workshop. It is heartbreaking and simultaneously inspiring, because this group of people does not give up, even in the face of tremendous challenge. Many of them are here to learn, to grow, and to advocate on behalf of their fellow sufferers. And while OCD is grotesque, the spirit of the people that have gathered here this weekend is beautiful.
Why "71º & Sunny?"
I consider 71º to be the perfect temperature. Not too cold and not too hot. I also love perfect sunny days. The vast majority of days are not 71º & Sunny and yet, all days were created by God's hand and they are still gifts, even if they don't fit my ridiculous definition of perfection. My struggle with OCD has at times imprisoned me in an impossible attempt to achieve perfection. I'm now learning to love all kinds of days that don't even come close to 71º & Sunny.
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