I’m not going to write about all the reasons I am so thankful this holiday season because…………………
……………..Oh. Excuse me. I fell asleep just thinking about writing that.
Honestly, I’m feeling a lot more “Boo Hoo” than “Boo Yeah” about Thanksgiving.
I’m not going to write about that either. I am beyond words, and the situation is beyond my control.
Which explains my palpable urge to (cliché in 3,2,1) Control the one thing I Can Control. (I warned you).
That’s not an option for me in recovery.
So I decided to reflect on the many things in life I can and cannot control BESIDES eating, food & weight.
I have no control over how I’m greeted upon arriving at work.
I do have control over my reaction.
“What. Ever. Passive Aggressive Notes. Pshhh. Over it.”
Then I can resolve to be timely because, let’s face it, the dog does not eat my alarm clock.
I have complete control over my computer screen savers.
(Need a screen saver…go here<——and thank me later.)
I have control over my words, and how I choose to treat people.
I can, however post about it on the internet in a ridiculous manner <———
(I know, I know, no one can see it but me.)
I can decide to develop a love affair with it (<—-read this!)
And post that on the internet, too.
I can’t help being weirded out, freaked out, and doubting my sanity while taking pictures of myself and food baby in the mirror. But that’s healthy.
I can’t control the sunshine.
But I can catch a bit of it….
…and hold it in my hand…
…and savor it while sitting in traffic.
Which I cannot control.
I can’t control the temperature of the pool.
Brrrr! I’m never eager to jump in.
I can control my mindset by thinking,
“Seriously? If this is the hardest thing you do today or worry about, you are one blessed individual.”
*This works in many trials, by the way. Steal it. Use it often.
Then I jump right in.
(That was me, by the way)
I don’t control the motions of a candle’s flame. I like that!
I love that so much I light them every night.
I can’t control the weather.
But I never doubt that the sun will come out again, or think it will rain forever unless I do something about it. Witness 20 minutes in South FL this morning:
I cannot control my dog, Zoe. (Seriously. Call the dog whisperer)
Exhibit A: 3D sculptures of chewed up carpeting i found yesterday. “Look what I made for you, Mommy!”
Exhibit B: Click Here <——
still love her most of the time.
(But, Zoe? Maybe something I can hang on the fridge would be nice. )
I am completely in charge of my magnet collection.
I can even make my own magnets —–>Like These<—–
I control how I choose to ADORN my body.
Hence sparkly nail polish…
…temporary butterfly tattoos…
…commemorative anklets and bracelets…
…and shoelaces. (yay!)
I control how I FEED my mind
by what I read:
(currently reading these…)
what I listen to:
(my ‘cheer-missy-up’ playlist)
Though I have difficulty deciding.
Can I get a witness? 10,003 items in my iTunes. Almost 30 days worth.
I control what I watch on the tee-vee…
always make responsible choices most of the time.
I can control the time I spend nurturing my relationship with God, and growing in my walk of Faith.
I can’t control the wind, but I can
I can’t Control the sunset
And I don’t want to.
I’ll never be the artist that God is.
He’s got it under control.
Let Go. Let God.
I feel better already.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
- Anybody else facing their control issues lately?
- Do the Holidays inspire a lot of “need to control” moments?