Climbing down from my control tower

Control … such a buzz word. Who has it? Who wants it? Who’s in it?

Don’t be so controlling! we say. Because we want to have our say. We want to have our way.

What if, 
instead of loose-ing our control, 
we climbed down out of our control towers?
down the steps from the platforms 
where we otherwise attempt
to play God with our lives?

"But..." I say, "from here I can see it all!
All incoming traffic
All outgoing traffic 
What approaches and what departs..."

From here I can see everything!
It's clear. I'm clear for take off.
"You're clear for take off," I advise myself. 
"Runway 4-9, four-niner, clear for take off."

Oh my, why?
You're not cut out for this kind of work, Wendy.
It takes a cool head to be an air traffic controller. 
Confident. 
Detailed. 
Conscientious. 
Certain.

Make a mistake and people die!

Lotta heart disease in this profession.
Lotta cardiac arrests, 
Lotta blocked arteries, 
bypass surgeries, 
early retirement.

Who in their right mind would willingly assume 
control tower duty over their own lives?

Me, 
I'd rather listen for instructions
from a voice I recognize and trust.

Wendy, you're clear for landing on runway 2B.

Roger that.