Expectations
I’m having a hard time keeping up with everyone’s expectations of me at the moment; mother, professional, girlfriend, teacher, co-worker… I feel like I’m balancing a tower of glass, and the glasses keeping falling one by one. Nobody is harder on me than myself; with each complaint, disappointment, and comment, I feel like an overwhelming failure.
I’ve come to the conclusion that it is not feasible, no, not even REALISTIC to be perfect in everything I do. I’m finally realizing I CAN’T be perfect in anything anyway. All I can do is the best that I can do, and leave the rest up to God. The pressure/fear of failing is dragging me down and pulling me under.
God had taken me this far. He will not let me go now. There must be great things beyond the horizon, if I can just stay focused on one thing at a time…