Things that have always bothered me, don't bother me now.
It bothers me that they don't bother me.
Towels hanging with edges not completely straight.
Bob's clothing on the floor
Frames hanging crooked on walls.
Pillows on the bed not straight and in correct spot
Crumbs on counters
hearing aid batteries, old toothpicks, bloody paper towel, 3 worn out emery boards, plastic bags empty of Ritz crackers, on end table.
Aging has deactivated my OCD-ness!
A poem written by Microsoft, Co-pilot, with much input from me, says it all..
How I lost My OCD-Ness!
Aging has curtailed my OCD caring
But not my urge to rhyme
I used to count and sort and check
But now I don't have time
I'm busy with my aches and pains
And all the pills I take
I don't care if the door is locked
Or if the cake is fake
I've learned to live with some disorder
And let things be a mess
As long as I can still enjoy
My crossword and my chess
So aging has its benefits
It makes me more relaxed
I don't need to be perfect
Or follow all the facts