Expectations.
They are good
and they are bad.
They make me move
and they paralyze me.
They create structure
and they undo me.
They provide order
and they inhibit spontaneity.
I need them
and I abhor them.
Some are necessary because,
well, I am an adult with responsibilities.
The others?
Here’s what I am thinking:
If the expectation isn’t life-giving,
then its got to go.
Whether it is an expectation
I put on myself or
one someone else
tries to lay on me –
If it doesn’t push me
towards life –
towards growth –
then I’ve got to let it go.
This is a decision
I have to make –
that each of us has
permission to make.
Why hold on to something
that leads me to
decay?
If I hold an expectation
in my hands and I feel
rotten
and say terrible things
to myself, about myself –
then the expectation is
not mine to hold.
Perhaps it belongs
to someone else
and they can decide
whether or not
it’s one they want
to carry.
#PermissionGranted
Name an expectation that you need to step into.
Name an expectation that you need to let go of.
