Control

It’s nearing the end of the week again. Wasn’t it just Saturday yesterday? And we’re in the ber months already. Aaack! I wish somebody could hit the stop button. I can’t help but think I’m wasting my time on a lot of things. I always get that nagging feeling when I feel unproductive. Maybe we’re all programmed to think that we’re useless if we have all the extra time in the world, meaning we’re not busy--busy as in the “super busy-harassed with career” or the “super busy-stressed out with life” kind.

I attended a class a couple of weeks back, and the instructor taught us the importance of BEING HERE now. This phrase stuck to me like glue. There are times when I’m so preoccupied that I forget to live and be present in the moment. I always feel the need to control and take care of everything even when I know I can’t. I tire myself endlessly worrying and fixing all the little things that I forget about enjoying the moment. I need to accept the fact that there are certain things and circumstances, people included, that are beyond my control and just have to be left alone on its own. I can’t possibly do everything. Enough said.

I’m slowly learning how to let go of the things I cannot control. Taking the back seat is actually better than the driver seat. I know I can’t chase all the cars anyway. Besides I’ve discovered the ride is more enjoyable this way. It gives me more “ME time” to enjoy the peace and quiet that I need.