I know that is probably not a word, but it is an accurate description of a disease that my ex said I had. I am too much into the details of everything in life. I always had a million questions and “what ifs”.

I just read a cute little story about a lemonade stand that 2 kids wanted to set up. As you read it, I am like the little girl (Beth) in the story, with all her questions. Fortunately, there are days when I can be like little Steve, and the frequency of my “Steve” days is increasing slowly.

Do you have detailitis? Start on the road to recovery by reading about The Lemonade Stand.

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