I have a confession to make: I am not in control of anything.
I'm certainly not in control of my jobs. I could show up tomorrow at the medical office and find it locked and dark. I may have classes to teach this semester, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be offered a contract next semester. Any number of fortunes or misfortunes could come my way.
Control is an illusion. A human construct. Control is why the Egyptians built the pyramids. Control is why the world has the Great Wall of China. Those two things are monuments to humankind's desperate hunger for control.
Funny thing is, control makes me miserable, because nothing turns out the way I plan. All the illusion of control does is give me headaches, low blood sugars, and acid reflux.
Saint Marty has control of only one thing at this moment: how to end this
|Someone had control issues in China...|