Letting Go of Control

I can be a “control freak.” I can plan out my day in 15 minute increments. I love having a training plan that will take me 12-14 weeks into the future. I like knowing where I’m going to be tomorrow and two months from now.

The past few months have been a crash course in letting go of control.

My body runs the show right now with little input from the rest of me on the matter. I want to run and be healthy enough to hike. I have dream times I am desperate to run for. I want to get a running coach and get started today.

But my ankle has other things in mind, and right now, I’m just along for the ride.

Right now I have the incredible opportunity to pursue what calls to me. What I dream about at night. What I wake up excited to do.

Please don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful and excited for the opportunity, but I’m also reeling from the quick change. I don’t have a set routine right now. I don’t go to the same place and sit at the same desk every day for work. I don’t know what job or career will help me pounce out of bed every morning.

The choices start to be overwhelming. There are so many paths and it can be paralyzing to choose the right one.

Instead of sitting around feeling like my life is careening out of control, I’m taking it one step at a time. I’m letting go. I can’t control every little thing. I’m actively changing my life, but I’m also following the tides.