Neatfreak or Fitfreak?

There is a war going on inside my head.  Many of you may not know this, but I have a double identity.  I am fitfreak, of course, but I am also neatfreak.  Fitfreak is there every day, encouraging me when I need to get my butt on the elliptical or power through a particularly hellish spin class....but neatfreak too is always lurking around.    For years I have been borderline OCD with neatness.  When I was a child, I would line up all my stuffed animals according to size and color, I had all of my books, toys, and knick knacks perfectly lined up, and my laundry always immediately put away.   My tiny room (referred to as JA's nest) was in complete and total order.  (One caveat, I hated dusting.  It was neat, but dusty.  I still hate it.)

In addition to that, I discovered a penchant for filling out forms.  I had three older siblings who all attended college at once (oy vey!  My poor parents...and I mean POOR!).  My mother would sit me down and together we would fill out the endless financial aid forms, tax forms, college loan forms etc. all in triplicate.  And I loved it.  Talk about neatness and order!  Forms are the ultimate!  Okay, okay, I know I am weird.  

The other day I stopped over at my pal Flossy's house.  It was MLK day and I brought my youngest shortie with me so he could spend some lego induced insanity with her youngest shortie.  While the shorties were busy in the basement designing new and improved lego warfare machines....we were busy upstairs discussing where she should hang a recently purchased pot rack. 

Flash forward three hours later.........two giant contractor bags are filled with crap, I re-potted three plants, we dumped 95% of her spices in the trash, reorganized all of her cabinets and drawers, cleaned and purged her now sparkling (thank you, thank you) dining room of all useless trinkets and whatnots.  It was, in a word, exhilarating!  My neat madness sprung from me like an uncaged lion...and oh boy, was Flossy happy for it!  Her house now has order, calmness, an aura of a dignified family...sort, of.  :)    Oh yeah, and we never hung the pot rack.  She didn't need to after dumping half of her crappy pans.  

So, should I start a new career?  Hmmm....  Fitfreak vs. Neatfreak.  Not sure...but I know I still love to fill out forms and make a drawer clean and snappy.