Not much of a writer today, yet I still wanted to get in touch.
I remember learning what my parents expected from me, the church, school, neighborhood, state … yet no one ever taught me how to define or to recognize my own expectations besides instilled expectation to obey… until people-pleasing personality developed in such process tried to literally break every last fiber of my life for inability to do everything for everyone else around me.
Then I learned that the only expectation that truly matters is the one I set for and from my God-given SoulSelf.
And no matter how imperfectly I fulfill that expectation, it’s the strive that counts… and the practice that makes it better.
Dr. B.
