I Can’t Run It!

My grandmother used to say that all of the time.  Usually meaning it was beyond her control, and more power to you to go ahead with whatever you were doing.  If it was a good thing, she followed with “Y’all GOT it!”My sister and my cousins would snicker (secretly, of course) whenever my grandmother would predictably utter that she couldn’t run it. But now, years after, I truly appreciate that I can’t run all the things I want to run.  And yet, I STILL TRY!  Why do I feel I can create a path in the Red Sea of traffic when I’m in a rush to get somewhere?  Why do I feel I can somehow will the rain to hold off when I’ve got a date to play tennis?  Why do I feel that if I worry enough, I’m paying enough penance to make sure what I’m worried about doesn’t happen? What do you try to control?  And what things have you just let go?