I cannot be what you want me to be
I can only be what I am
Pursed lips
Rolled eyes
Heavy sighs
These all come from your own insides
Not mine
Expectation is the killer of happiness
People pleasing
Just drains us
We go along perfectly fine
Until the wind changes
*It’s tricky – this three legged race through life with a partner.
Two humans growing in different directions, maintaining connections and friendships that mean so much to one and so little to another.
Opposing interests and divergent hobbies.
Trying to find common ground can sometimes be like scratching around after the topsoil has blown away.
I have found that although the wind changes – it also blows in new things, fresh air and it’s just matter of waiting
Out
The
Doldrums
