What Death Taught Me About Control

As long as you understand that everyone in your life has a season and a reason, you're good to go. Unnecessary clinging and attachment will only get you into trouble, not the other person. At this point, I'd like to quote my own example. I still cling onto my late husband's memories and eat a cheesecake at Starbucks every alternate weekend. What is even the point? The man is happily sitting in heaven, strumming a guitar and sipping on a Bira. End of story.

Therefore, live in the present. That's all you have control over—not other people, not circumstances, not even your children. Just you. That's all you have control over: yourself. Control your emotions, be realistic, pace yourself, and slow down.

I've started thinking about the larger picture each time I meet a person, see a cute object, or face a circumstance—how long is this human, material thing, or life issue I'm dealing with really going to last? Then, I set my expectations accordingly. Death gives you so much wisdom. This wisdom, right here, is what I've splattered all across this piece. To be prepared for any nasties that life and people throw at me is what death taught me, and it's a skill I'm grateful to have acquired.

More realistic person, out!