I have been trying to live up to the expectations of others for most of my life. I have never really known what those expectations were, I have usually failed to meet them and, I have never stopped trying. But in trying to understand what others expect from me, and in trying to meet those imagined expectations, I have failed to see what it was that I expected of myself. I have limited my beliefs of what I am capable of.
I have failed to see that I can do and be more than what someone else expects. I have assumed that I am less than, rather than more than, what another wanted me to be, or what I imagined that they wanted me to be.
There is a lovely and delicious freedom in letting go of those expectations and the limits that I have placed upon myself.
My imagination is enjoying the freedom and is discovering possibilities that I have never dreamed of before.