Control Fast: End of Week One

 "I'm going on a month long fast."
Josh's eyes widened with concern, then squinted with curiosity. "What?"
"Oh, not food. You know I like food too much. I mean a control fast."
"Okay. Explain maybe?"
"I was reading that book about control that...ahem... you so subtly suggested, and the writer went on a control fast...
During the holidays...
For one week...
I figure that one week during the holidays equates to a month during normal times."

 The book I'm talking about is Let. It. Go.: How to Stop Running the Show and Start Walking in Faith.

 

You can find it here.

  How this whole thing came about was from me telling Josh about my resolution to read a book every month. I "suggested" that he should do the same because, well, I honestly don't know why. It's possible it was because I'm a control freak.

  There, I said it. You see, before this book, I didn't think I was controlling. Like, at all. I thought I was fine because I do keep a lot of my opinions to myself. However, I guess I have so many opinions about how things should be done, that they spill out anyways.

Anyways, that crafty man of mine was searching for books when *gasp* he "randomly" came across a book on sale about control. 

It's possible I'm being paranoid, but it's more fun to think I married some crafty genius who is great at masterminding ways to get people to help themselves. 

So, I bought the book and I finished it in a few days.

I officially started my fast on Monday. 

Lord, help me. 

I had no idea how many decisions I made in one day: What was for breakfast, when it was time to start school, which direction the kids should brush their teeth in, how hair would be styled, what outfits the kids would wear, what Josh's lunch would be, which school subject would be done first, how Sawyer should hold his pencil, how he should erase his mistakes, whether or not he really needed that second bathroom break, what we would eat for snack...

Those decisions were all made by 8:30 in the morning, and they didn't even include decisions I had to make for myself. 

No wonder I'm exhausted all of the time.

Now, before you go and chastise me to a bloody pulp, after lots of reflecting this week, I think I've figured out why I control like I do.

I honestly didn't feel like I was doing a bad thing initially. I was being a good mom by making sure my kids looked nice, were hygenic, and had an organized education. I also felt like I was a loving wife who worried about the small things so her husband didn't have to.

But, oh, how my views have changed. By taking these decisions away, my kids will never learn self accountability, or time management. My husband will never get to have his own identity in his own home.

  As I looked around the house and as I thought hard about our schedule, I realized that everyone was having to live in the strict world of Heather. All the decor, furniture arrangement, food in the fridge, clothing in the closet were dictated by me. I couldn't find a single thing that Josh had picked out besides the gun rack that hangs in our bedroom. Note, our bedroom that no one ever goes into.

I thought about this last weekend. Josh and I had a major fight about money. Mainly about how I micromanage it and how he feels like I treat him like a child. He even complained to his friends about it.

Ouch. That hurt, but I completely saw that he was * gulp* right.

  So Monday was a new day. Sawyer decided which order we would do our school in and I resolved to not nag him about how long it would take him to finish.
Often I caught me hushing myself mid sentence when I had something that needed input. 

Or that I thought needed input.

It was a very long day, but in the end, Sawyer felt accomplished and all the work got done.

One of the things that stood out to me the most in the book was when the author shared her friend's mantra: "2+2=4, 1+3=4, 5-1=4, etc..."

Basically, there are many different ways to get the same result.

Wow.

I kept that in mind all week and it helped me take a time out when my control addiction reared it's ugly head.

So, here we are at the end of week one. I've obviously shared the struggles, but I've also noticed some perks. Though they may be few, they are profound.

1. I'm learning about who my family members are as individuals. By me not making the decisions, others are forced to. Therefore, I get to learn about the things that they like.

2. Josh now has to take control. For years now, I've begged Josh to  take the lead. But, when you have a micromanaging wife, why would you? What would be the point? If you made a decision, she would come along and argue about why it wasn't the best decision or she would change the decision after you were gone. Now he makes a decision and it sticks.

3. My family members now have more confidence in themselves. I've seen all of them perk up and step up. They walk differently, proudly. I think it's because they finally feel respected. 

4. I laugh again. We're talking whole-hearted,  belly laughs. You see, I'm able to relax now. I have no control over anything. I make no decisions about anything (when Josh is around) especially money. I have nothing to do with decisions about money, which is a huge load off. I didn't realize how it was weighing on me. Even though we have money, deciding how to distribute it, or feeling the guilt of a bad purchase was overwhelming. Without this anxiety filling me up, I feel lighter and I'm able to see fun in the world again.

I feel like this fast has been fun so far, but I'm afraid harder roads may be ahead, because it can't possibly be this easy. I guess we'll see. 

We'll speak again next Friday, friends! 

Until next time, 
-Heather