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Control is an Illusion
The Archangels Guide Us
In my younger days, I was a self-described control freak. I was regimented, because I had to be. I was a single mom of two living on a teacher’s salary. Many of you know how it goes … get up, get the kids ready for school, feed them, drop them off, rush to work, work all day, pick up kids, make dinner, homework, baths, story time, and bedtime. Weekends were for cleaning house, planning menus for the week, and grocery shopping. I had it down to almost an hourly schedule. I remember people asking me how I got everything done, and I’d just shrug.
I fooled myself into believing that I was in control, because I planned ahead, organized and stuck with a schedule, and did what needed to be done, but once I bought our house, if anything went wrong — and you know something always goes wrong when you own your home — I was left scrambling and wondered where I’d gone wrong with my planning. The thing is, planning is not controlling. There’s some benefit to preparation, but we’re fooling ourselves if we think we’re really in control.
I couldn’t control the car accident I was involved in. I couldn’t control the things that were forced on me at work, I couldn’t control when one of us got sick. I couldn’t control my dad dying from cancer, my mom and sister dying from Alzheimer’s, or my husband dying from Parkinson’s. I couldn’t…
