I expect things. Stuff. From people. From myself.
And most of the time I’m disappointed by the failure to meet them, of those around me who didn’t realise I was holding them to these set of expectations. I’m disappointed with myself as well.
And then I ask (to myself when no one’s watching), why do I keep expecting, even after experience shows it’s best to just…do your best?
Hm. Pre-Monday thoughts. Also, I need a thesaurus.
everything is writing 
I hear you loud and clear. Expecting less while maintaining a standard for relationships is a song I am constantly practicing how to sing.
I too, need a thesaurus, by the way! 😉
Good socks and a thesaurus, that would be a decent Christmas gift!