This perfectionist says, "Life is not a box of chocolates, that would be too messy and too fattening!" Can I control my life in such a way that it can be artificially sweetened, then kept cool enough so it won't melt in my hands? Don't get me wrong, I think there is a time and a place for self-control, but what if God wants to say, "Go ahead, taste life!" Am I okay with taking that risk? If I am honest, sometimes I am, and sometimes I am not.