by Shambreka Ward
loss act or process of losing something or someone
It’s never easy. Life isn’t easy.
Coping with the loss of my grandmother, uncle, and even myself at times, has been a silent struggle. Anyone that knows me knows I’m not the most emotional person. You’ll rarely see me cry, and if you do or have, you know something is really going on. I guess I’ve always subconsciously thought that tears were a sign of weakness and a lack of backbone; but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Through it all, I’m happy to say I’ve experienced another loss…
...the loss of expectations.
Now when I say expectations, I don’t mean the expectations of greatness for myself and others, but the expectations of perfection. I’ve been holding myself back, because I didn’t feel things were “perfect”. I was overly concerned with the opinions and thoughts of others, which I’d never outwardly acknowledge, but would let it eat me alive inside... No more.
That loss, unlike that of my loved ones, is probably one of the best things to ever happen to me. Loss of expecting perfection. Perhaps everyone could use a little of that loss.