The beginning of Sza’s song Supermodel includes a clip about control.
That is my greatest fear. That if I lost control. Or did not have control. Things would just, you know. I. It would be fatal.Sza, Supermodel
It resonated with me.
I admit it.
I’m a control freak.
I don’t even think I mean to be.
My obsession with being in control is directly connected to my childhood.
The adults around me failed to take charge when and where (I thought) it was necessary. This resulted in me being forced to function normally in chaos and dysfunction all of the time. I felt helpless quite a lot.
That fear of feeling helpless impacts almost all of the relationships in my life. I prefer to have control of most of my interactions with people.
I’m not a bitch about it or anything like that (I don’t think) but I do prefer to be in charge when I can. I enjoy planning things and trying to account for any deviations from the plans. If I’m planning a road trip, I’m going to account for traffic, accidents, flat tires etc. If it’s a celebration, I can almost guarantee that I’ve accounted for the caterer to show up late or not at all.
Being in control keeps my anxiety and panic at bay.
But I learned a very valuable lesson recently.
Last week my car wouldn’t crank.
I just got the car at the end of May.
What the fuck could possibly be wrong now?
It was so random. I was stuck in a Ross parking lot on my lunch break. Midday. In hot ass Texas.
There was no way I could have planned for this. However, I was somewhat prepared. I had jumper cables. I had access to roadside assistance. That’s as far as the preparation could go. I had to accept that head on. I simply had no control over the car not starting.
Instead of freaking out this time, I paused. It wasn’t the appropriate time to fall apart. It was time to strategize so that I can get back up and running until I could get to a mechanic to figure out what was wrong with it. I asked a stranger to jumpstart my car and then I drove it back to my apartment. I got another jump from a friend and was able to get it to the dealership. The dealership arranged my transport to and from the dealership. There was a screw missing on the battery and a clamp that was loose. Easy fix. I didn’t have to pay a dime for the “repair.”
2 year plans are nice. Vision boards are smart. Following all of the directions serves its purpose most days. But they are simply preparation and the unexpected and unexplainable are simply bound to happen. Everything is temporary. Nothing is permanent. Shit happens. Things fall apart. Plans fail. People fall out of love. Friendships end. Loved ones die.
As harsh as it sounds, it’s the reality of things.
This isolated event served as a simple reminder that life is fluid and control is truly an illusion.
JUST OUT OF CURIOSITY……
Do you consider yourself a control freak? Where does it stem from?
When do you feel most in control? When do you feel least in control?
How do you adjust when unexpected events happen in your life? Do you adjust in a healthy manner? If not, what could change?