I’ve been on home visit since the middle of September. With all the activities and visits, I have not been able to write an article. But I found a great article, by Velvet Ashes contributor, M’Lynn, that gives a fresh way to look at a common problem. It helped me and I think you’ll find it helpful too.
Confessions of a Control Freak
I used to be a perfectionist control freak. Trying to meticulously organize every single little detail of my life was my way of dealing with stress. I felt if I could keep everything under control, that ball of anxiety that I kept tightly wound up in my chest wouldn’t explode. This was counterproductive, of course. The more I tried to control, the more stressed I became. Even little things had to be just right to keep me happy. Once, on a service trip, I was upset that a teammate didn’t make the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches the way I would’ve done it. Another time, I was aggravated with someone for not shredding lettuce properly. Don’t judge me crazy. I’m being honest, here!
One day, as my future husband and I sat chatting with our pre-marital counselor, I had a breakthrough.
