Order. Planning. Control. Those were the words that gave meaning to her life. Lia was a perfectionist and a control freak. She had her days planned down to the t, with a delicately crafted schedule that helped her maintain sanity, or so she said. She would never do anything spontaneous or unplanned. It was beyond her understanding how people could do anything without carefully planning it. Her obsession went too far, as when her plans were deranged she would feel anxious and out of place. She had nightmares by only thinking that something could go in a different way as she had planned. Sometimes, she would wake up covered in cold sweat after dreaming she missed an appointment. She tried to add some spontaneity to her life, after she had been told that it was not healthy to live like she did, but it was planned spontaneity, and, therefore, completely useless.
The worst about it all, the thing that Lia didn't know, was that, because she was always concerned about her plans, she never enjoyed the things she was doing. However, it was not easy to let go, and Lia spent all her days worrying about her plans, about controlling her life without getting to enjoy it.
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