I try so hard not to be, but I'm inescapably Type A. I need to be 100% in control at all times, and I can be overbearing with my compulsion to plan every aspect of my life. I despise any situation where I have no immediate influence on the outcome.
The "great move" brought me face to face with my fears, and forced me to let go. The waiting game after the interview. The waiting game before we could close on our home. The waiting game to see if V would be able to pursue his PhD at the University of his dreams. Each situation thrust me (us) into the passenger seat, at the mercy of some external entity to determine our fate. I had to learn that I couldn't control everything-- and that's okay.
I consciously try to live day by day, but those pesky compulsions keep resurfacing. My cogs start turning and sometimes I just can't help myself. We have a few things in the works right now and I keep running through them in my head even though no amount of thinking or planning will change the outcome.
Tonight, however, I got a humbling reminder at dinner. The message in my fortune cookie read, "Be patient! The Great Wall didn't got build [sic] in one day."
That was exactly what I needed. Above all else, the "great move" taught me that if something is meant to happen, it will happen... In its own time.
A fortune, indeed.