Expectations

I don't really have that much to share today...kind of a blah day. Nothing really wrong, just not what I want things to be. I posted a saying a while back, about how most of life's disappointments are caused more by our expectations than how things actually are. I'm certainly not living up to what my expectations were, but I wasn't one of those people that had things planned out to begin with. I figured at this point I'd be married, have a family, and have a fulfilling job doing...something. One out of three isn't too bad, is it?

I've said that I'd never get married again. I'm already beginning to doubt that. I miss being married sometimes. I wonder if I'll be able to go back to it, though. I've lived by myself for over a year now, and although I can't say I 'like' it, it is beginning to feel a bit more natural.

As for the family, I have my son. He is, quite literally, my world. He's the reason I get up in the morning. It kills me that I don't get to see him every day. Although, truth be told, when I had that chance I squandered it. At least now, I know how precious my time with him is, even if it's just spent with us watching TV.

As for work, well, it's work. I hate my job. It's not difficult, and I get paid well to do it. It's just not fulfilling in any meaningful way. I go, sit in a cube, and wait until the day is over. I don't feel I'm adding value, and I'm not doing as much as I could be doing. This is entirely my fault, of course...I'm just too tired, or lazy, to continue fighting.

Not very interesting today, but maybe things will pick up after I get the hang of this.