I never set out to write a blog about fluff.
Sometimes life throws stuff at us, and it's hard to be completely honest and say
or THIS STINKS
I'D LIKE TO BE CURLED UP IN BED FOR THE NEXT WEEK.
Because you know, we're supposed to always be strong and joyful.
But I have my moments, or weeks. I struggle with my attitude, my circumstances, my relationships, and I try really hard to not whine. My life is not hard compared to those in third world countries, compared to those with terminal diseases, or caring for loved ones who are ill. I am blessed.
Currently I simply feel torn between other people's expectations of who I am, who I should be, and what I should be spending my time doing. Some of them are absolutely correct, some of them see potential where I do not, and others are simply projecting onto me some image of someone they think I am.
I am tired of trying to live up to everyone's expectations.
Someone is simply going to have to be disappointed in me.