I lose, I win every single day, but my expectations remain the same. What I am improving was once my win, but not now. Winning over flaws every single day didn't just remain my progress, it transformed into my belief. Improvement doesn't excite me; it feels normal, but what I expect from myself always excites me.
Progress doesn't feel like a surprise but a responsibility. Every enhancement is not out of the box anymore. It's quite normal when all days are out of the box. But not maintaining that would be a surprise for sure. Being imperfect while chasing perfection matures a person handling excellence.
Standards raised silently without actual realization. Once what was victory is now a trust which builds on this writing journey. The baseline shifted without me noticing. Stepping forward and adding something better every day is now a baseline which once was an aim.
I wrote in my previous blogs about reading previous blogs, searching for mistakes to avoid them further. But in actuality, I realized later that what I was seeing was not just improvement, but silently I was raising my bars, confidently trusting myself to be better every coming day.
I have developed a habit of expectations, knowing my limitations. Every day, whenever I start writing my blog, a strong trust pushes me to improve and win over my mistakes. But pressure always surpasses celebration. A fear of “what if not” haunts me, pushing me to trust my every small effort of being better.
Raising every day over flaws allows me to think beyond this. I started focusing more on what's missing in me that I could develop. Now it feels harder to focus on what I have developed as an identity; however, pressure is felt in maintaining it.
The more the journey is going, the more it is becoming quieter, not heavier. Expectations are not exceptions anymore; they decide my direction of growth.
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