Yet another revelation

I recently had a bad experience. For the most part it was avoidable, which for someone with my personality, makes it that much worse. Because then I get pissed off with myself too.

It was frustrating, maddening, annoying, upsetting and to some degree, by the time it became apparent just how badly off the rails it was, there was nothing I could do about it. Which didn’t help. And neither did the fact that it involved someone I hold in high regard, someone I have trusted and counted on, which is why I’m not going into detail about what, exactly, happened.

Day 290. Great Expectations?

It feels like I’m becoming addicted to the WordPress Daily Prompts.  Nothing wrong with it.  They offer up some terrific ideas.  Like yesterday’s.  “Goals”.  When you started your blog, did you set any goals?  Have you achieved them?  Have they changed at all?

How could I not write about this topic?

Of course I set goals when I decided to start this blog.  Well, ONE goal, to be precise.  But it’s a WHOPPER!  A goal is its whole reason for being.

My goal was to write every single day for a year.  365 days.  Every twenty-four hours.  Fifty-two weeks.  Twelve months.  An entire annum. Day in.  Day out.  Week days.  Weekends.  Holidays.  Winter.  Spring.  Summer.  Fall.  Rain or shine.   In sickness and in health.  Come hell or high water.  Without fail.  No days off for good

Day 240. What’s Realistic?

Yesterday’s post has made me think a lot about ‘expectations’.  Yes, I do believe hormones are responsible for some of the issues between men and women.  And really, what are we ever going to be able to do about that?

But the more I think about it, the more I realize there’s another culprit.  One we can do something about:  EXPECTATIONS.  And even when we factor the opposite sex out of the equation, I believe there are adjustments we can, and probably should, make to our own, individual expectations.  And not only as they relate to men or women, and our relationships with them.

To life in general.

So I’m going to go out on a limb here, and say we (men and women alike) are often our own worst enemies.  We are often the source of our own disappointment.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m one of the most positive human beings you’ll ever meet.  And confident.  I have always believed if you want something badly enough, and you set your mind to it, your hopes and dreams can come true.  Provided, of course, they are realistic.

Aha!  The caveat.