Yeah, it’s time again for one of those serious posts.
You all know I do not specialize in these–
but sometimes I gotta speak from the heart, and today happens to be one of those days.
I’ve been thinkin’ a lot lately about lots of things.
About life.
About where I am in life.
About what I want to do with this life.
You get the story.
And a lot of times after thinking about such things, I feel “Un-Content” if you will.
Before I get too far-lets jump back in history:
Growing up, I had the best parents.
Like seriously, I am sorry your parents are runner-ups to mine.
They supported me 100% in everything I wanted to do.
I would have an idea, and they would say “Go for it“
So I did.
I always believed that I was made for BIG things.
I knew that I had a purpose and I was going to do whatever it took to live out that purpose.
I had goals.
Always.
Daily, Weekly, Monthly, Yearly Goals.
I always was looking UP.
Thinking up ways I could be a “better” me.
I believed everybody should only spend their time doing what they absolutely love to do.
This may explain why I decided to graduate High School early and pursue a career in Real Estate.
At 18, I was the youngest Real Estate agent in the area and I LOVED it.
I didn’t care I was 18, I believed that I could be great.
So that’s what I did.
I listed and sold homes as a High School student.
And it turns out, I did pretty well.
{Long story short: My husband also sold Real Estate. We were both commission only, had no benefits, no 401k, blah blah blah–
Eventually I ended up getting a “Real” job so we could have some of those things}
Fast forward to now.
Working 8-5 in a “normal” desk job.
I like it.
It’s not my “passion” per say, but I have no complaints.
After work, I come home and do whatever my heart desires.
Which is usually sit on the computer or on the couch.
Sounds cool right?
And while I am “Okay” with all of this–
I find myself feeling “passion-less” a lot of the time.
I no longer set goals for myself.
I simply get through each day, and then repeat the same thing the next day.
Can you relate?
But lately I’ve been asking myself-How? Why? Is this how it is supposed to be?
Have I simply grown too content and just settled on what is comfortable?
In this process of asking myself these questions, I’ve realized something–
I have NO expectations.
I don’t wake up each morning and “Expect” that great things are about to unfold.
I don’t “Expect” to make a great impact on somebody else’s life.
I don’t “Expect” to feel fulfilled with the work I’ve done.
And then today, as I was driving, I was listening to one of my favorite bands Needtobreathe.
In their song “These Hard Times” is states:
Give me motivation
Give me all my heart’s desires
Show me something gorgeous
Show me ’til my eyes get tired
Give me all the drums and
Show me how to play them loud
And then it hit me.
I have been getting out of life, exactly what I have been putting into life.
How would my day be different if I woke up in the morning and expected greatness?
Expected that I was going to make an impact on somebody elses life?
Expected that I was going to be living out my passions?
Expected giant successes?
And that is where I end this story.
Life is all about expectations.
And starting {again}–I am living with great expectations.
Life is about to get {really} good my friends.
What about you?
Luke 11:9
“So I say to you:
Ask and it will be given to you;
seek and you will find;
knock and the door will be opened to you.”
