Don't Take Life TOO Seriously
No One Gets Out Alive
Please tell me we are all guilty...
consciously, I remind myself FAR too often to chill out, relax, take a deep breath, "did anyone die?", and various other 'stop & think' crutches that my mind requires.
consciously, I remind myself FAR too often to chill out, relax, take a deep breath, "did anyone die?", and various other 'stop & think' crutches that my mind requires.
I am a bit serious (I blame my career) and I am a self admitted control freak. A control freak to the degree, when I get a pedicure, I find myself watching what's being done...I know that chick is going to miss or forget something. Gosh forbid it's not perfect. I patronize those nail shops, like the rest of you, the place where you walk in, you hear "you wan' pedikur?" & you can't even tell who greeted you because you're looking at a sea of tiny girls wearing skinny jeans, extremely high heels & their masked faces buried in foot baths. Ok, I'll skip that tangent & get back to it - the nail shop is pathetically where I must nag myself some more. "Relax, enjoy the pedi - you are not the nail lady Courtney." Even when my sandals are being put on after the whole ritual - I have to literally look away & force myself to let the person do their job without my so-called help. It's ridiculous.
And so I seem to be finding more people that are control freaks too. Not all of them are self-admitted though - you can tell by how they jump into situations. These are the times my inner control freak relaxes & I'm amused at watching my own kind.
Seeing my own kind in action seems to make me think. I know, not again, but yes!....I'm back telling myself how much I need to chill. Though, the times I cherish most are when I'm with people I can relax with - I get silly. Believe it or not! I have quite the goofy side - it's almost embarrassing.
So, we may not all be guilty but we may all be a lil' freaky. Do you admit to your freaky-ness?
I think that being a control freak has seriously damaged me. I mean I can't control my kids, my life or my husband. I can only control my thoughts and how I react to situations. My house is a perfect example of how I have let go little by little of the control. I mean, even my fridge is not organized these days. Sometimes, when my kids dress themselves, they don't match.
ReplyDeleteThere are days when I really just let it all go, then there are the ones where I fight it and those are the hardest. When I try to control things, there are always more struggles then it's worth.