White gloves - god, had them when I worked for a church. I always wanted to say - we should be so diligent when dealing with people.

Expectations are what? Part wishful thinking, part desire, and part psychotic episode. We toss them off like they aren't important but then pace like expectant fathers when they don't arrive on time.

One of my pet ones is - can't helping thinking I haven't done enough - need to do more.

Still looking for the sucker who planted that notion back in the long before. I have a gift I've been saving for him. 😁

I like your poem, Harley. And your commentary. It made me think, kind of said I had to.

Cheers my friend.