This is the first time in my life that I have admitted that I am not perfect.
I have been through many Rosh Hoshonahs, Jewish New Years, and I have reflected and searched my soul, but this is the first time I have been able to actually see why I am not perfect.
It all came about a few short weeks ago when, again for the first time, I realized how I set up expectations; my own high and sometimes unrealistic expectations.
I always knew that I had high expectations of myself — which is good. That means I will work hard to fulfill them.
But, what I realize now is, they are mine. That means that no one else can either anticipate or fulfill them. And if my expectations of myself aren’t met, I am disappointed and I have set myself up for that and no one else.
What a relief for me to know that I don’t have to do this. Knowing this alone reduces my anxiety, lessens my disappointment.
Why did it take me so long to learn this? Unrealistic expectations that I had to be perfect.
Wishing everyone a very good year!!!!!!!!!!!!!