Life has a way of showing us that we are not in total control. For many, it is not as severe as a cancer diagnosis. Simply the electricity flickering off and resetting the alarm clock on a work night can be enough of a reminder.
Lately my life has felt too out of control. My go-to way to get control back is to clean and organize! It’s crazy I know, but for me it is a display of ultimate control. I say what chocolate chips get tossed from the pantry. I say where the potting soil will be stored in the garage. I say… I say… I say… Finally, I get to be Dictator Kim.
Labor Day weekend is when it all went down. Now the garage is sorted. Kitchen cupboards are rid of out-of-date food. Auto is sparkling. Closet is filled with clothes I wear. All of this accomplished and the only price to pay was a completely restful Tuesday. Not bad at all.
Exerting some control, even over tiny things, brought an acceptable balance back into my life. I may not have all the say, but I do have some.