Last year I went to a psychologist. I told her, "there's a ticking clock in my head, like a metronome. I watch the clock and hurry to get the kids to school and that means in the car by 8:42am, I get frantic because the boy walks like a 2 year old (he's 2, funnily enough), etc and so on. My house is NEVER neat. I am unable to get my washing finished and have a few washing free days. My kitchen... I sometimes don't get breakfast until lunchtime, and sometimes dinner is my breakfast! I just cannot organize myself and my life. I don't have time to resume uni, and when I do I'll be probably failing everything and never get my HD average, and the husband is always so stressed and I cannot get the house renovations hurried... Did I tell you we're in the middle of renovating? And anyway, I don't have time for it all and nothing works and it's all a mess. What can I do to fix it?"
This was of course over quite a few conversations. I learned a few very valuable lessons from this very wise lady. 1. A control freak such as myself can only control that which is
in my control. My kids, other people, random fate, unexpected things, and so on are not in my control. They work independently of me. I aim to be superwoman when I am not. I am just ordinary old me. A regular person who will not have a pristine schedule to which they all run. There will not be order when order cannot be forced. I was trying for what I deemed to be painfully ordinary things and was so frustrated that it didn't/couldn't/wouldn't eventuate. What was wrong with me?! Um, nothing. Nothing was wrong anywhere, not with me or everything around me. But I have these very basic plans and aims! Why can't I meet them? The answer was my goals were fine, but my demands and expectations that they could be met without resistance was just ridiculous. It doesn't matter
what the goal is. If you're trying to force that which is not entirely up to you, then it's just going to go on and on.
The second really useful thing I got from her was my perspective versus what is. How did I view myself? A cranky, tired, fussy, annoying pain in the arse who couldn't organise her way out of a hedge maize. What is? A mother of 4 young children who will exercise their free will at any opportunity, busy with everything life has to offer, trying to fit in perhaps too much for anyone with superpowers, let alone just ordinary me. I had a sick baby last year who saw us at a doctor nearly every week. The toll was more than I gave credit for. She asked me what I thought others might honestly think of me if they stopped to consider. How would I appear to others, did I think? It didn't necessarily matter, but would outsiders agree with my harsh view of myself? I had to concede they probably would not. My perspective did not match what
was or is.
I don't know if this makes any sense or relates to your situation in any way, but I do know that learning to change my view of me to align more with reality has relaxed me immensely. I know that giving myself angina over everything that I cannot control was helping no one. Not me, not the people around me. I, like you, can only determine so much in life, Pearl. The rest is up to other people and perhaps fate or luck or whatever you might believe.