Being me. Being a mom, girlfriend, sister, daughter, whatever.
I often get tired of what those roles mean to other people. I’m that person or role in my own way, and it’s their choice whether or not to be in my life, or talk to me, or anything in between.
On the flip side of that coin my expectations need to be checked, and I’m constantly reminding myself of this. If my brother doesn’t take my call, or my mom is upset about something I said, that’s got to be ok with me. Because they aren’t me and won’t act like me or like I want them to.
Expectations and assumptions all lead to disappointments and I’d like to be done with them.
And that’s all.
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