I’m a control freakĀ 

Yep, you read that right. A straight up, plan everything to a T, determine how things will go, controlling control freak.

I’m 25. I can admit that about myself. I’ve done a lot the past year that’s been a total quarter life crisis wake up call.

I couldn’t control my ex dying. I can’t control that I, unlike what I thought, have not found a house worth buying yet. I can’t control my coworkers. I can’t control what occurs around me. I can’t control how people treat me.

However, I can control how I react. I can control who I let into my personal life. I can say no to a house I do not want. I can miss my ex, without guilt. I can kick people out who treat me wrong.

Here’s to 2016. Here’s to letting God have that control that I so badly want. Here’s to having control over not having any control. Here’s to living life and laughing and crying without any guilt.

Here’s to no control whatsoever.