Just my thoughts...

Today my mind's eye appears fixed on expectations. I acknowledge my own ability to expedite life, pressing contingencies to their breaking point. I am aware that some positions need extra petitioning, but minor details which effect major events deserve swift thought and execution. Besides, those who tarry may find themselves with only scraps. Sometimes I feel like Cinderella, waiting, completely mindful that at any moment my dress will be but rags and horse-drawn carriage turned to pumpkin and mice. I offered liberties to decide out of submission and respect, only to realize that these timely details are tossed aside. Have I mishandled my own liveliness? Have I extended control to one who lacks concern? A careless, half-hearted approach will only further offend my already anxious disposition. I assumed that one who cared so much would have reciprocal feelings of angst, eager to move along due to longings intensified by separations. I guess assumption never really serves anyone well.