"Control, as you may know, is an illusion."
It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m
here sitting quietly in my house. Abi, my wife, is away for the week speaking
at events and I’m enjoying some leisure time reading a book.
With Abi gone, the house is
clutter free. Mind you, she’s a self-proclaimed hurricane. And to give her
credit she’s light years beyond where she was when we got married.
I used to joke that if you wanted
to find where Abi was, after she got home from being away, you could simply
follow the trail of clothes and items that she would slowly shed as she made
her way through the door to her destination. I, on the other hand, am like a
silent ninja. As I enter the home I put away everything from the day in its
rightful place, leaving the home looking like no one was there.
On this Sunday, as I sit here in
my clutter-free space, I’m in a zen-like state, lacking only the companionship
of the one I love. Abi jokingly, with a hint of seriousness, always asks,
“Does it feel good to have me out of
the space and to have everything in order?”
I jokingly, with a hint of
seriousness, always answer,
“Boy does it!”
In relationship with Abi, I am
always out of control with the house. Like all relationships we always find
ourselves, in one aspect or another, being out of control. In some instances,
we fight aggressively to gain control. We’ll go to all kinds of lengths to get
it, even if it means breaking the spirit of those we love.
