When Things Don't Go According To Plan

I feel like everyone has some kind of plan for their life or at least a general direction that they think things will go. I am definitely a planner and a controller. I like to plan what's going to happen and get quite annoyed when I feel like I am not in control. I think I have mentioned this before, but I feel like the more I try to control things, the more I learn I am in control of nothing.

My husband told me I needed to calm down and not be so obsessive over things. And I realized he was totally right. It's just in my nature to get that way, so sometimes it's hard to not do it!

I realized I was being way too obsessive/controlling about my diet because that was the thing I could actually be in control of. Not in an unhealthy way or anything, but I let myself have a little dairy and gluten the other day because it won't hurt me every once in a while. I even gave in and had McDonald's last night and knew I would regret that (and I do because I feel gross today!)

I so much wanted to control what was happening with Jasmine and no matter what, I just couldn't. It was completely out of my hands. I have tried to look at the "good" that has come from it though. I truly do believe everything happens for a reason, but we don't always know the reason. But for some reason, this had to happen the way it did. Maybe so I could see my new calling. Maybe I won't ever really understand it.

But I did at least make a vow to myself that I would TRY to relax and stop trying to control things. I have a new "plan" for what I want to happen, but things are always changing. So things probably won't happen the exact way I want them to.

I have also learned to trust my intuition. I feel like I have a pretty good one and usually, if I listen, things turn out well. Sometimes unexpectedly well! So I am just really hoping that is the case here.

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