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Somewhere Between Hope and Expectation

Every day I find myself less and less trying to manipulate outcomes. I guess I needed to finally get here. It’s funny because for the longest time I thought this lesson was mostly about relationships. Learning not to force things, not to chase answers, and not to try to control how people show up in my life. The more I think about it though, the more I realize it has very little to do with relationships and a lot to do with life in general.

What I’ve noticed is that just when I think I’ve finally learned how to let go, life shows me another area where I’m still holding on.

And usually it’s somewhere I wasn’t expecting.

Lately, that has looked like me questioning the difference between hope and expectation. Part of me feels like I shouldn’t hope for things because hope can create expectations, and expectations often lead to disappointment. The other part of me thinks that without hope, what are we really looking forward to? Hope is what gets us excited about the future. It’s what helps us believe there are good things ahead even when we can’t see them yet.

I recently went on a trip and had an entire idea in my head about how the weekend would go. I wasn’t trying to manipulate anything or control anyone. I wasn’t sitting there with an agenda. I was simply hopeful. The reality, however, was different. There were competing attitudes, different personalities, tension at times, and moments that were honestly more stressful than I expected. Looking back, I can genuinely say I had a good time. There were great memories made, plenty of laughs, and moments I enjoyed.

Yet somehow the stressful moments seem to stand out more than they should.

As I’ve reflected on it, I’ve found myself wondering if the disappointment came from the trip itself or from the fact that it didn’t match the version I had already created in my head. I don’t really know the answer. What I do know is that this isn’t just about a vacation. There are a lot of areas in my life right now where I don’t know what’s next. There are things I’m praying about, things I’m hopeful for, and things I’d genuinely like to see happen.

The uncertainty can be uncomfortable.

Especially for someone who spent a lot of years trying to stay one step ahead of disappointment.

Maybe the lesson isn’t to stop hoping. Maybe the lesson is learning how to hope without becoming attached to a specific outcome. Maybe it’s okay to want things, pray for things, and look forward to things while still accepting that life may unfold differently than we imagined. I’m starting to think there is a difference between saying, “This is what I would love to happen,” and saying, “This is what has to happen for me to be okay.”

That’s the part I’m still learning.

I don’t have some profound answer or life-changing conclusion. If I’m being honest, I’m still trying to figure it out. What I do know is that life seems to keep asking me to loosen my grip a little more than I’m comfortable with. Maybe that’s what trust actually is. Not giving up on hope, but letting go of the need to control how the story unfolds.

Maybe peace isn’t found in knowing what’s coming next.

Maybe peace is trusting that whatever comes next, you’ll be okay.

Posted in life, life experience, love, Self Improvement

I Think I Finally Understand What I Need

Sometimes the most important conversations happen over a simple glass of wine with someone who knows you better than almost anyone else in the world.

My brother and I were sitting there talking about life, relationships, marriage, and the people we’ve loved throughout the years. We started talking about his past relationships, and I remember saying something that I genuinely believe is true:

There’s really nothing wrong with most people. Some people just aren’t meant for you.

There’s an old saying that there’s “an ass for every seat,” and honestly, as funny as it sounds, there’s truth to it. The qualities that may completely drain one person might be exactly what someone else is looking for.

Some people want a relationship that’s deeply intentional. They want plans. Effort. Consistency. Growth. They want partnership in every sense of the word.

Other people want freedom. Spontaneity. A “we’ll figure it out later” kind of life. They want someone who doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t need structure, and is perfectly happy floating through life one day at a time.

Neither person is wrong.

They’re just wrong for each other.

And somehow that conversation turned toward me.

I started talking about my last relationship. Three years with someone I still think is one of the kindest human beings I’ve ever met. Truly. He was good to me. There was no cheating scandal, no toxicity, no dramatic ending.

And then my brother interrupted me.

He said, “But he didn’t elevate you.”

I sat there quietly for a second because the truth hit me immediately.

He continued, “You got bored because he wasn’t pushing himself to grow, and he wasn’t pushing you to grow either.”

And honestly? That changed something in me.

Because when I really thought about it, I realized that throughout my life, I’ve always been the motivator in relationships. I’ve been the cheerleader. The one pushing people toward more. Encouraging them to dream bigger, do better, become more.

But very few people have ever done that for me.

I don’t say that arrogantly. I say it honestly.

I’ve spent my entire life trying to become a better version of myself. Not because I need to compete with anyone else, but because growth fulfills me. I like learning. I like evolving. I like proving to myself that I can reach new levels mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, and professionally.

That mindset is what allowed me to build a career, raise two amazing kids, carry responsibilities that would crush some people, and still wake up every morning wanting more out of life.

Not more money.

More purpose.
More growth.
More life.

And I’ve realized something difficult but necessary:

I can no longer connect deeply with complacency.

Some people are perfectly content staying exactly where they are forever. And honestly, that’s okay. There is nothing wrong with that.

But those people are not my people.

What drains me isn’t supporting someone. I love supporting people. What drains me is carrying someone who has no desire to carry themselves.

At some point in several relationships, I stopped feeling like a partner and started feeling like the engine. The motivator. The emotional support system. The planner. The encourager. The person constantly pouring energy outward while nobody was pouring back into me.

And eventually something always happened:
The moment I needed time for myself, time to refocus, level up, think, train harder, work harder, grow more, suddenly it became a threat.

Suddenly it turned into insecurity.

“You’re going to meet someone else.”
“I’m not good enough.”
“You’re changing.”

No.
I was growing.

And there’s a difference.

The right people won’t be intimidated by your growth.
They’ll be inspired by it.
They’ll match it.
They’ll add to it.

That conversation with my brother made me realize that dating intentionally has less to do with finding someone attractive, successful, or charming, and more to do with finding someone aligned.

Someone who wants more out of life too.
Someone who refuses to stay stagnant.
Someone who believes growth never stops.
Someone who understands that love should feel like expansion, not limitation.

I don’t need someone to rescue me.
I’ve built a beautiful life on my own.

But if someone is going to stand beside me, they need to add to my life, not drain it. Together we should be stronger next year than we are today. Healthier. Happier. More evolved. More grounded.

That’s the kind of relationship I want now.

And honestly, maybe that conversation was exactly what I needed to hear at exactly the right time.

Because as this new week starts, I’m refocusing again.

Refocusing on my health.
My mindset.
My goals.
My discipline.
My future.
My peace.

And maybe most importantly, refocusing on the kind of energy I allow into my life.

I want people around me who elevate me.
People who challenge me.
People who inspire me.
People who are just as hungry for growth mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually as I am.

Because I’ve finally realized something important:

Love alone is not enough if the relationship costs you your growth.

Posted in life experience, love

It’s Me Again, May Has a Way of Doing This

There’s something about May.

Every year around this time, I feel it creeping in. Not loneliness, not exactly. It’s more like a quiet craving. A reminder. A pull toward companionship. The kind that doesn’t feel heavy or forced, just right.

And I think it hits harder now because I know what I want.

Not in a checklist kind of way. In a clarity kind of way.

I don’t want someone to complete me. I’ve done the work to build a life I’m proud of. I’m financially stable. I have my routine, my peace, my independence. I’m not looking to be saved, and I’m definitely not looking to carry someone else either.

I just want someone who fits into this life.

Someone who wants me in their life, not needs me to be their entire world.

Because if I’m honest, what I keep running into is one extreme or the other. It’s either the guy who wants to merge lives immediately, where suddenly there’s no space to breathe, or the one who’s so detached you’re left wondering if you even exist to them.

And I’m over both.

There has to be a middle. There has to be someone who knows how to show up and still stand on their own.

Someone who has their own life, their own responsibilities, their own sense of self, but still wants to share moments.

Simple moments.

Like today. A perfect Florida day. The kind that makes you want to be near the water, feel the sun, maybe hop on a boat, maybe go fishing, maybe just exist outside with someone whose energy feels easy.

That’s what I want.

Not complicated. Not intense. Not forced.

Just good.

I think about the kind of life I started building years ago, before life did what life does and things changed. And it’s not about going backward, it’s about recognizing that I’m still someone who wants to share life like that again.

With the right person.

Someone around my age. Someone who takes care of himself. And I’m going to say this plainly because I’ve learned not to dance around it, I want a man who values his health. Who moves his body. Who cares how he shows up in the world.

Not a gym obsessed, three hours a day, nothing else going on type.

But someone who gets it.

Someone who understands why I go to the gym, why I value feeling good, being active, staying strong, not just physically, but mentally too.

I want a partner I can live life with, not someone I have to drag along or slow down for.

And yes, attraction matters. Chemistry matters. Energy matters. That doesn’t make me shallow, it makes me honest.

At this point in my life, I’m not interested in forcing something that doesn’t feel natural.

I’m also not interested in pretending I don’t want a relationship.

Because I do.

I just want one that feels free.

Where I can be me. He can be him. And we choose each other without losing ourselves in the process.

A relationship where we add to each other’s lives, not take over them.

And I don’t think it’s too much to ask for the right person.

Not perfect. Not some fantasy.

Just right for me.

So here I am, in May again, feeling it, acknowledging it, and being honest about it.

I’m open.

But I’m not settling.

Posted in inspiration, life, life experience, Self Improvement

Calm Is Power

There was a time when a week like this would have completely unraveled me. The kind of week filled with delays, complications, emotional moments, and unexpected stressors. The kind that would’ve sent my mind racing, my patience thinning, and my anxiety convincing me that everything was spiraling.

But this week didn’t do that to me.
And that alone feels like growth.

It wasn’t a perfect week. It wasn’t even a calm one on paper. Payroll had hiccups. Work had challenges. I received emotional news from someone I love. Traffic was heavy. The circumstances were there. The triggers were there. But my reaction was different. I was different.

Instead of reacting, I paused.
Instead of panicking, I observed.
Instead of forcing solutions, I trusted myself to find them.

When payroll became complicated, I didn’t collapse into stress. I stepped back. I adjusted. I reminded myself that problems don’t mean failure, they mean process. That calmness, patience, and the right questions always lead to clarity. And they did.

When I received emotional news, I didn’t absorb it as fear. I saw it as timing. As placement. As trust that everything unfolds exactly when and where it needs to. I didn’t take responsibility for fixing what wasn’t mine to fix.

And when work threw challenges at me again, I didn’t do what I normally would’ve done: no anger, no impulsive thoughts of escape, no “I need to change everything right now” mindset. I simply paused. And that pause held more power than any reaction ever has.

The most telling moment came quietly. Driving to work. No music. No noise. No thinking. Just awareness. I realized I had been fully present for almost half an hour without effort. My mind wasn’t solving, planning, worrying, or replaying. It was resting.

That’s when I understood something deeply:
Being present isn’t hard.
Anxiety is.

Anxiety convinces us we need to control, predict, and manipulate outcomes to survive. Calmness reminds us that most things resolve without force. That we don’t need to grip life so tightly.

This week, I also allowed myself to dream, but differently. Not from a place of dissatisfaction. Not from longing. But from curiosity and softness. I thought about companionship, about partnership, and how beautiful it is when two people can create space for each other’s growth. How powerful it is when someone doesn’t have to carry life alone.

I imagined teaching. Writing. Guiding kids through creativity, journaling, and expression. I saw myself thriving in something rooted in purpose and connection. And for the first time, those dreams didn’t create pressure. They didn’t make my present feel inadequate. I allowed them to visit… and then I let them go.

That’s new for me.

Because now, I understand that I don’t have to chase my future. I only have to meet my present. If something is meant for me, it will find me while I’m living honestly, doing my best, and staying open.

Journaling has quietly changed everything. Writing gratitude without reliving the chaos. Honoring what went right without magnifying what went wrong. Letting thoughts pass instead of trapping them in my nervous system.

My sleep is better.
My workouts feel stronger.
My reactions are softer.
My heart is lighter.

I wasn’t becoming more powerful by being intense.
I became powerful by becoming calm.

And that’s the version of me I’m learning to protect.

Posted in life experience, Self Improvement

Everyone Should Record One Ugly-Cry Video (Trust Me)

I firmly believe everyone should record at least one ugly crying video during a personal crisis.

Let me be clear:
This is not for posting.
This is not for content.
This is not a “soft sad aesthetic with perfect lighting and a single tear.”

No. This is a full-blown, unfiltered, windshield-in-the-background, mascara-smudged, mouth-contorted, breathing-like-you-just-ran-a-marathon cry.

And the funniest part?
The setup.

Because in the middle of your emotional collapse, you still somehow think, “Let me prop my phone up real quick.”You’re adjusting angles, checking lighting, making sure your phone doesn’t fall, like, priorities. You’re in shambles, but still directing your own low-budget documentary.

I recorded one of these a while back. Totally forgot about it.
Fast forward to today: I’m cleaning up my phone, deleting old videos, feeling productive… and BAM.

There she is.

Me.
In my car.
Crying like an absolute idiot.
About being lonely.

I almost dropped my phone laughing.

First of all, there is nothing cute about crying. Anyone who says “crying can be beautiful” has never seen themselves mid-sob with their face doing things it has no business doing. My face looked like it was trying to escape my skull.

Second of all, the DRAMA.

I was watching it thinking, “Girl… if I could reach through this phone and slap you, I would.” The things I was crying over? The people? The situations? The absolute bare minimum I was begging for?

Embarrassing.
Historic levels of embarrassing.

What makes it even better is that now I’m out here writing blogs about how I can’t stand needy people. Meanwhile, past me was like, “Please love me” in surround sound. The irony is loud.

But here’s the thing: watching that video did something unexpected.

It reminded me that:

  1. Emotions are temporary. What feels like the end of the world today becomes comedy later.
  2. Growth is real. You don’t notice it while it’s happening, but playback does not lie.
  3. Humor is healing. Because honestly? That video deserves background music. Maybe a sad violin. Maybe something dramatic. Maybe a full voiceover just roasting myself.

I mean, journaling about my feelings is one thing. Writing about my wall? Fine. But physically watching myself cry like a jerk?

Top-tier comedy.
Five stars.
Highly recommend.

So no, don’t post it. Don’t share it. Don’t send it to friends.
Record it for you.

Because one day, future you is going to stumble across it, laugh until you snort, shake your head, and think, “Wow. Look at me now.”

And honestly?
That alone makes it worth pressing record. 😌