"Remember, Mom, it's my life," said my oldest son as we discussed his plan to have a better semester at college. As I spewed advice and dished out "you should" commands, he listened and asked me to "chill out" (a.k.a. mind your own business).
"If I screw up, you stop paying my bills but I have to live with the consequences forever," he redirected. It was true that he had way more to lose than me and that I was taking on more of his experience than necessary. At first, stopping the advice and essentially, meddling was hard. I want the best for him and thought that every piece of potential wisdom must be shared. Then, I realized that by not letting him do what needed to be done (and trusting that he would) I was taking away his life experience and limiting mine.
It's his life, not mine. Part of me was sad at this realization but another part of me did the dance of joy ...freedom! Freedom to mind my own business. Freedom to not worry, dwell on the possible consequences or feel responsible. Letting go of the unnecessary interferrance in his life had me looking at my other relationships. I minded a lot of business that wasn't my own!
My husband's hair appointment, my friend's boyfriend's reaction, our other son's lost homework and the neighbor's dog were not my responsibility. Just think of the things I could ponder, the time to read all the books I've been wanting to read and my own adventures that could be minded with the time saved!
After the initial discomfort of staying in my own territory I felt a strange sensation. It washed over me like bright sunshine and a cool breeze on a hot summer day. What was it, this feeling? Hmmm...happiness! 
No one imploded and the world continued to evolve when I stopped minding others' business and starting minding my own. Actually, we all seemed happier with our hands in our own pots!