
Digressed already, sorry! Too much Victor Hugo. Expectations. During the restructuring of my life I have spent a huge number of hours considering mine, realigning them for greater efficiency. Never in my wildest dreams... whoops, never in my most outrageous hopes did I expect to be earning money from writing. And yet, here I now am and things are moving forward nicely. I enjoy the writing. I'm loving trying to meet that challenge of writing a story over the length of a novel. Of putting words together to make poetry. Of trying to help others to work with their inhibitions and put pen to paper.
Relationships tend be built around expectations. And how we communicate those of course. I feel sure that more open and honest talking would sort out so much of modern life friction. It's about getting yourself across simply, and then listening. Don't finish your sentence and start formulating the next one. Listen. I think I'm a pretty good listener, my problem is thinking I don't have anything valid to say back. Get rid of that expectation and perhaps, who knows? I suppose that ties in with treating others as you would like to be treated. Now that's a maxim I would force people to have as their daily mantra for at least one month of the year, gosh it might even grow from there...
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