Expectations...

Themed parties are no strangers to my family. As I'm spilling my guts about my MUSE last week, my cousin was having a "GREAT GATSBY" - Roaring 20s" party to celebrate her 25th Birthday. 

Good looking family right?

This week I've been dealing with "expectations". You all know that feeling.

I know many have the weight of the world on their shoulders living up to someone else's expectations. Expectation from parents, friends, teachers... you catch my drift.

I'm trying to remember a time my parent's had "expectations" of what I should be doing. Honestly... the only phrase(s) that comes to mind constantly uttered by my parents in no particular order is, "My expectation at the end of the day is you've finished your chores, homework, brushed your teeth (okay this is my brothers not mine), washed your face, did anyone hurt or offend you, were you kind today, and did you pass judgement on anyone." 

You see... my dad is the calm and "balanced" one of my parents. He has the kindest and most generous heart. He sees the good in all... even the bad ones. He is the one that has the smile on his face and waves at everyone!

My mom on the other hand... is in a constant state of alert and is poised to go for the jugular at any moment. She is the one that sees the elephant in the room and squares up and says, "what's your issue?" Mom is the one that asks everyday, "How was your day... did anyone give you grief today? Cuz... you know I will pull a broom out of my "cuss" and fly right over there and beat that kid!"

I get it... because the subliminal messages my parents are giving me are to be a kid, enjoy life, be happy, screw up, pick myself back up, be a decent human being, do what I love, and the rest will fall in place.

I have only one expectation today and it includes my Tony! Ah, expectations...