Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Expectation.

I am sometimes filled to overflowing with a cauldron of expectations. Ideas mixed in with opinions and beliefs that don’t belong to me or the soup overwhelm every aspect of my life. Which expectations are real and true; which are contrived notions created by someone else’s way of seeing the world?

I place in neat little rows all my expectations on the table. I examine them and wonder about their origins and why they’ve followed me to this point in time. Why do I need them? Do they need me? What are they? Why are they?

I want to detach myself from them so I may watch them from a distance. And see what expectations do when they have no one to hold on to.