I’ve often thought to myself that people expect certain things from me. I have come to learn that these are mostly expectations I’ve set for myself. Ridiculously unreasonable expectations that I’ve told myself reflected who I am. Hence, I’ve had to tirelessly meet them. And the disappointment that’s come every time I’ve realized that that person is just a person I am not. Heartbreaking. 

But eye-opening. 

It’s like meeting myself for the first time. 

And I think I might just like me. 

Thinking points:

What are the expectations you’re trying to measure up to? 

Would it help your heart to reassess their origins?

I believe that expectations fuel hope, and help us work towards being better people. However, I also think that they can fuel disappointments when we use them as mirrors to assess our current worth and usefulness. A ‘mirror, mirror on the wall’ sort of situation that makes us scared of loving the people we are today. Still thinking…