Lesson for me today.

I have a friend who says …
“Poor me. Poor me. Pour me a drink.”

Even without booze, the saying is about self-pity, expectations, and disappointments.

Your Peace of Mind is directly inverse to your level of expectation. One goes up as the other goes down.

Your resentment is not inverted to your level of expectation. Resentment and Expectation are weary travelers on the same road inside your Peace of Mind.

Resentment and Expectation are weary and now ANGRY because they don’t want to keep walking, but they just cannot seem to settle. They are hitchhiking children who desperately need to nap.

Expectation leads to self-imposed chronic disappointment & false entitlement. Or true entitlements you hyper focus on and eventually obsess over because you don’t think your true entitlements are being met.

Side Bar: Do NOT take this as advice to stay in a harmful situation. If your house is on fire, accepting the warmth of it will eventually kill you. Accept what you can’t change, but change what you can. You have to live to enjoy the Peace of Mind. End side note …

Eventually you become the problem and not the observer of your own injustice. Eventually, you’re the disappointment in your own life.

I have autism so my sense of justice and what is fair and right is SIGNIFICANTLY bigger than a neurotypical person’s sense of justice or injustice. It makes me an amazing advocate for others. I now see that gift for what it is. (It is also exhausting.)

Decreasing my expectations isn’t easy, but it’s at least something I can practice doing and eventually (hopefully) make a habit from.

I control very little. It felt defeating. I lash out incorrectly or correctly.

I control only myself. I control more than my actions and words. I control my Peace of Mind.

I, alone, control my joy.