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do I really know and understand what my expectations are?
I know this might sound like a simple question, but think about it. Are the expectations you have truly your own, or are they shaped by what others have told you?
For a long time, I didn’t even question whether my expectations were mine. I just carried them. Like an invisible backpack full of standards, goals, and pressures that I didn’t even remember picking up.
Have you ever felt that way? Like you’re following a script that was handed to you, rather than one you wrote yourself?
