Expectations...
Expectations.
You should do this for me. I should do that for you.
Roles and responsibilities.
Things should look this way. They should be that way.
They need to be the way we imagined them.
No surrender. No opportunity for change.
No “that was a surprise.”
Controlled.
Shaped a certain way.
No room for a chance opportunity
The known in everything.
Those expectations stop us from just being and seeing.
I am currently at a midpoint.
An excitement of what ifs.
Of not knowing.
A stillness of slow creation.
I want to move, but my feet are tearing up the soggy ground beneath me that is keeping me held.
A notion that I deserve this.
This moment of excitement.
To feel safe and held enough to actually hold that feeling.
Of not knowing.
But knowing everything is possible.
To notice it all without expectation, without attachment, is a gift.
And I intend to treasure it a little longer.