Control Freak

Ready for this hook? I can be a bit of a controlling wench. There. I said it. And unfortunately for my friends and family, that's one of my better qualities. Let's all say a mini-prayer for my children and the future therapy they're more than likely destined to receive.

It has taken me 31 years to recognize that as much as I feel that I should be able to control things, including my rugrats children, I cannot. Letting go of the reins of that horse I DON'T ride (they kick and cowboy boots just don't fit my calves) is probably one of those life feats that I must conquer before I am whisked off this planet. Someone call my life coach and tell her she's fired.

And now, a little dissertation on the power of choice. I can choose to do certain things. I decide whether or not I do the laundry, and that choice relates the approval rating I give my bedroom when the hamper is empty or exploding and cascading into the middle of the room--leaving a less than fresh scent. Unfortunately, my laundry has RECENTLY spawned and multiplied, resulting in an approval rating of negative 2.5. I really need to invest in more underwear....it's getting too chilly to go without. KIDDING.

I need to understand that I cannot control others, their actions, past (poor) decisions I've made, the weather, or the current state of my career. Luckily, I OWN my perspective on these things, however, and I'm trying to choose that perspective wisely. Everyone has battles and a hill to climb, but the path up that hill looks different for everyone. Health, finances, companionship, careers, and raising children can present obstacles for us to work through, but without these struggles and others like it, life would be boring! And, really, let's be serious, EVERYONE can either be placed in the category of Complainer or Problem Solver. Without challenges, we wouldn't have or need either!

Me, well, I'm choosing (or at least trying) to live for the moment and appreciate the opportunity that I have to do so. With that, I am going to work on being okay with "going with flow" even if it sends me over Niagara Falls in a clean swimsuit that ISN'T in that cascading pile of laundry!

SPOILER ALERT: I'm a complainer (I mean, this site's name is EFFDIS). And you choose to read my rants.  Good choice.