My mind had not really sparked a light for wanting to write anything in particular these past few months as I was so busy prepping for an array of things. Things that do not concern writing, after all writing is my side hobby, my side job and somehow, something that I have become accustomed to quite quickly. Although, I will say there is pressure to release written material when I am no way a writing professional and needless to say, it is not everyday that I have stories to tell, feelings to spill. But should I feel bad about that? Well, no of course not. Except here’s the deal: everyone has expectations. You have expectations for yourself, as do your parents, siblings, friends and lover. You will also have unconscious expectations of all the things around you: the food you eat, the music you listen to, the places you go. It happens. If the feelings meet or even go as far as to surpass the expectations, you’ll feel fulfilled, joyous, exhilarated. However, if the expectations are …