🔘 Letting Up on the Control Freak Button

Did one sentence just change my understanding of what it means to be a person?

I’m just now, as a forty-one-year-old woman, unpacking in therapy the ways I am a total control freak. And I mean freak-a-leek, what-if-I-told-you-I’m-a-mastermind level stuff here. But recently a good friend said something to me in conversation that has me kind of rethinking my authoritarian ways.

My eldest kid started high school this month, and it was a pretty decent transition until they all became cognizant of an impending reality at once: their first high school dance was less than a month away.

And everyone freaked the freak out.