I wrote several articles about dyeing my hair last semester. I claimed to be dyeing my hair due to stress, anxiety, or other reasons that were not really getting to the root of it. I dyed my hair because I wanted control. I just wanted control over something, anything. I wanted to know what was going to happen, not find out as I went along. No outside influences, just me.
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I am what one might call a “control freak.” I love plans, certainty, and asking all of the questions to receive all of the answers. I despise, “winging it,” uncertainty, and the unknown. This is my greatest strength, but also my greatest flaw. I am prepared for anything and everything because you can bet I thought of every possibility. But, I never let things unfold naturally. I try to mold, squish, and shove everything into the “perfect plan.”
It’s exhausting. It’s draining. It sucks the life out of me. There are some things that are far too complicated for me to try and control. This is a reminder to myself and anyone else who needs it to stop seeking control. Allow yourself to calm the heck down. Let go and let God (or whoever you think is in charge of this whole thing).