The Illusion of Control and the Quiet Return to Safety
 
   Affirmation: I honour my balance, my breath, my becoming. I was scrolling through Instagram the other day—half curious, half distracted—when a post by The Q School stopped me in my tracks. It said: “People pleasing is controlling. Micromanaging is controlling. Being a workaholic is controlling. Constant dieting is controlling.” Hmmm. I paused. Let it land. Because society rewards us for all of those things, doesn’t it? For being “nice.” For being thin. For working hard. For being meticulous. We get applause for the very habits that, when out of balance, become cages. And here we are. Anything out of balance will fall down eventually. That’s not judgment—it’s gravity. After sitting with it, I realized why it resonated so deeply. Control, in many forms, is a kind of self-protection. It’s the armor we learned to wear early—some of us before we even had words. Depending on our histories, our cultures, our families, we learned to stay safe by staying in control. And over time, that a...
 
 
 
 
 
