I get easily overwhelmed.  And there’s one major reason why: Control Freak (my two middle names).

The problem is that 99.9% of life can’t be controlled.  No matter how hard you try to scrutinize and micro-manage every last detail (and trust me I’ve tried) life is mercurial in it’s abilities to completely shift course in milli-seconds.

When solid sure-fire beliefs and ideas suddenly crumble into dust, I’m left with the sense of having just stepped off a high cliff like a cartoon character, suspended mid-air until I figure out what’s just happened.

And then I plummet, hurtling to the ground with ferocious speed.  And it doesn’t matter how many times there has been a net to catch me, if I’m falling I’m pretty shit-scared.

So yes, I get overwhelmed.  Life’s quite difficult and I need to control everything.  Everything.  Do you know how hard that is to do?

One might say “it’s well nigh impossible.”

It dawned on me one day, as I sat on a plane taking off, little butterflies hyperventilating in my tummy as usual, that there was literally nothing I could do to manage the situation I was in; in fact the very thought of it seemed  ridiculous.

In that moment, I finally surrendered.  I let that shit go man!  And it felt sooooo good, I felt light like bubbles, drenched in sweet relief, all nervousness gone.

It’s a lesson that needs repeating of course – old habits die hard and all that.  But allowing yourself to just go with the flow, however spaced out it might sound, is probably the best way to be.

Especially on an airplane.

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxx