Taking back control

That is my new motto.

As a Type-A, anal retentive, perfectionist and people pleaser, control is something I struggle with.

I’m either totally in control of a situation or I have given myself completely to helping, entertaining or taking care of others, that I don’t even remember to take care of myself.

Lately, I haven’t been in control.

I’m willing to bet that traveling, lack of sleep, hormones and overindulging in vices were what pushed me over the edge. It was only a matter of time until I hit the wall and the running around and half-heartedly trying to keep it together stopped.

Well, last weekend I hit that wall and it ended with me in not a great place.

It wasn’t pretty, but it made me realize things had to change. And Monday, it did. That meant making changes mentally, physically and emotionally.

So when I had drinks with my platonic life partner and told him the good and bad as of late, I said out loud, “I’m taking back control.”

And he didn’t laugh because he saw the look on my face and knew I was serious.

I’m not going to lie and say it’ll always be perfect or easy or that I’ll be able to say no to the temptation, but I sure as hell am going to try.

This weekend is all about treating myself (aka treat yo self JB-style). That means a nice dinner at home, relaxing, and taking myself out for lunch and a movie. It’s time to focus on me for a while and block out everything else. Dad said so and he is 100% right.

And I could not be more excited for it.

Big weekend plans for anyone else?

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