Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
What a relaxing place to be. Its calm here. Peaceful. Time flows. Moments flow. Life flows.
I have always had expectations for myself. Not unhealthy ones. Good ones. Dreams of extraordinary adventure and goals I’m still not sure that I fully realize my potential to accomplish. I live for this endless hunt for progress, not in a dreary “I’m never gonna get there” kind of way, but in the “I can only begin to imagine what’s to come” kind of way. So expectations, for myself, I think are awesome. I’d be a crazy lost soul without them.
But expectations for others, now that’s a dangerous game. That’s a game I don’t want to play. That’s a game I just seem to slip into without really noticing, and then I become entrenched in it. Its a vicious downward spiral of a mind game. Nobody wins. But I’m learning to catch myself, I’m learning to lessen the inevitable explosion, I’m learning to let time give me the space to see how I can change the path by changing my thinking.
So here I am… a yet again, recovering expectation imposer. Its a fresh state of mind. One not bogged down by things I can’t change. And excited about the things I have been able to change within myself.
Time does not guarantee progress, but nonetheless progress requires Time.