These transitions remind me that much is out of our control including aging and death. This realization doesn’t make me sad. I’m comforted by the things I can control. Such as:
- How I use (or waste) my talents while on this earth.
- How I appreciate (or ignore) the universe’s plan for me.
- How I nurture (or harm) my body and spirit.
- How I treat (or mistreat) others.
My new career path (writing fiction) is a daily lesson in letting go of control. I cannot force an agent to read my manuscript more quickly or to offer representation. I cannot will a publisher to be excited enough to make an offer. I cannot guarantee that readers will buy my book.
I *can* carve out time to write and make it a priority. I can do my best every day, learn what I can, improve my craft, and enjoy the process instead of lapsing into “wait until” thinking.
What things have you tried to control in the past and have you found ways to release that control?
Here's a song to get you thinking: Time Has Come Today by The Chambers Brothers and covered by the Ramones.