Posts Tagged: expectations

Swearing Consecutively: An Almost Year of Blogging.

Many days ago, I vowed to write in this blog (read: journal-ly thing for 20-somethings). I did, for the most part… there were a couple of days I unintentionally skipped. It turns out that, although you want things to happen in a given year … well, sometimes they don’t. And that’s okay. I think the number one remark I got from people on this was, “You’re so funny!” (I like that, and I’ll continue to be.) I think the number two remark was, “I don’t think you swear too much.” (Shut the fuck up, bitches.) At about the middle of… I’m not done yet.

Who asked you?

“So much of our communication can reflect our need to control.” – Melody Beattie I sat across from a friend of mine, explaining I had written a letter but I hadn’t mailed it to its recipient, yet. I am a much better writer than speaker – and well, I had things to say. “I made bullet points,” I said. “Tried to be as direct as possible.” “What did it say?” my friend asked. “Well most of it pointed to the fact that I loved them, no matter what.” “But they didn’t ask you to love them,” my friend countered. “Well,… I’m not done yet.

Perfection.

I have 11 miles to run tomorrow, so I’m keeping this short. Beattie writes about perfectionism. We don’t need to be perfect, she says; neither should we expect perfectionism from others. Strive to be your best, but if you’re not absolutely perfect, it’s absolutely okay. If you’re constantly finding fault with others – how they behave or how they choose to do something – you might constantly miss something that they’re doing well. Look at yourself and others from a different perspective. Let go of the expectation that things have to be a certain way – you’ll be disappointed if… I’m not done yet.

Angry? Who, Me?

“Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before – it takes something from him.” – Louis L’Amour On Day 14, Beattie writes about accepting anger. She says, “Anger is a part of life. We need not dwell in it or seek it out, but we can’t afford to ignore it.” I think I have the opposite problem.  I’m trying to remember if, at an earlier age, I didn’t get angry. The truth is, I cannot. I know I had my moments of freaking out, but I… I’m not done yet.