I am the daughter of two of the most loving and supportive parents. They taught me right from wrong, instilled in me a relentless work ethic, and showed up for every softball game as I daydreamed in center field.
We learn that the expectations we have for others depend on the picture we have of ourselves and the level of beauty, wisdom, even the sense of humor or moral standard we think we have.
I couldn’t seem to grasp the concept of how privileged I was.
Start off on the deep end. You are anything but ignorant, because you came into this knowing how it would end. You both knew all too well that nothing is forever.
Am I living a life where I’m putting my own oxygen mask on first? Or am I exhausting myself by putting other people’s needs ahead of my own?
Expectations can affect how we perceive the world, what we think of ourselves. Expectations can drive behavior and action.
There are uncomfortable unknowns at play in situations like this, especially if you think you could be romantically interested in that adorable stranger.
The world seems obsessed with pointing out how everyone else is a narcissist. But I’m here to ask you—are YOU one, as well?
One day, if not today, someone will see your perfections, and maybe they’ll see your “imperfections,” but I swear, they’ll love all of it the same.
In 12 years, my wife and I have covered a lot of ground. We were married before I graduated college. Pregnant with our first child shortly after. I finished college. New baby. Two miscarriages. Four more children.