“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect— you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”

~ Bob Marley ~

I’m imperfect.

This being said, I have been working very hard on my personal evolution in an attempt to change. Changing oneself can be a difficult task because so much of who we are is defined by what we have experienced. We have developed coping mechanisms over time to help us power through the rough spots. These mechanisms may help us cope at the moment but they may not be successful in helping resolve the issues we face.

I’m not bragging about working on my personal evolution either. I’m just saying I’m trying, sometimes with very little success I’ll have you know.

I once had an epiphany about expectations in my mid-thirties. I had discovered that the expectations I had at the time could not be fulfilled in the circumstances that I was living in. I decided then that I needed to let my expectations go if I was to be happy at all. I began trying to live in the moment from that point forward. It was hard, but I managed.

I had an epiphany again last week, this time in my mid-fifties.

Different scenario, same problem.

Expectations.

My epiphany this time around also involves detachment.  I have been reminded once again that the *universe* is like a taxi, whereas you jump into the backseat and tell it where you want to go, and it takes you where you want to go.  My problem is that I have become too much of a backseat driver.  I have been trying to control the journey, when in fact the *universe* doesn’t need to be told how to get me where I want to be.

My being that annoying backseat driver has to do with my fears and insecurities.

Although I believe in the power of the *universe* I have somehow lost my *faith* in it.

I brag about being a “listener” but a lot of the time I just don’t hear.  I don’t hear the *universe* when it speaks to me and I certainly don’t hear the people I should be listening to.

I’m imperfect.