Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in expectations. To make everyone happy. Make all the right decisions. Always do the best job. Show up as the best boss, daughter, friend, artist, partner.
It’s exhausting. Always trying to live up to everyone’s expectations, let alone my own. Maybe they don’t have them and they are my own — who knows. Nonetheless — exhausting.
How do you show up for everything? How can I split myself in a million pieces and be everywhere at once?
Maybe people expect to their level of understanding. Maybe if they knew the burdens I already carried they wouldn’t add weights to my feet. Or maybe it’s my job to not listen. To plug my ears and listen to my own tune. Play my music loud and drown out the noise: maybe that’s where the power is.
I know I’ve put crazy unrealistic expectations on people I love — it came from a good place, but terribly unfair. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. Until it slapped me in the faces
Maybe it comes back to silver plates and handing away my meaning and worth.
I don’t have all the answers but I do know unrealistic expectations are killers of joy. They suck the life out of the room.
At the end of the day; it’s my job. My job to accept me all in all. For exactly who i am and what I can accomplish.