Control freak. Now you say, “control freak who?”
Too slow. Now laugh. And stop.
Am I successfully remote controlling you? Alright, I confess. I’m a control freak. My family don’t call me “key man” because I collect keys. I like to be in the driver’s seat, can’t stand being a passenger. I’m controlling about driving, and I’m a little obsessive about germs. I generally think I’m physically unbreakable, and work really hard to keep my illusion of control alive. It’s my comfort zone.
We all have our inner control panel; the protector, the perfectionist, and the peacemaker to name a few. They all have their place and purpose. But who are we kidding to think we can control much of anything! As Bill Waterson, creator of Calvin and Hobbes said, “We can’t even control peanut butter. How do we expect to control life?”
It’s craziness. Freedom lies on the other side of control, in surrender.
Surrender is the control freak’s kryptonite and yet surrender is so central to living fully.
Imagine how much energy you would have to put into change, if you stopped wasting energy trying to control things you can’t possibly control.
Joseph Campbell said it well,
We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.
Freak out your controller and practice a little surrender. I’m giving up the keys. Being a passenger’s not so bad.
As C JoyBell C said,
I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.