Is it me or them?
For as long as I can remember, I\u2019ve found myself being critical of others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s not always overt\u2014sometimes, it\u2019s just a subtle thought or judgment that arises when someone doesn\u2019t meet my expectations, whether they realize it or not. Lately, I\u2019ve started to wonder: Is this critical nature simply a reflection of my high expectations? Or is there something deeper at play?
It\u2019s easy to assume that my high standards are the culprit. I\u2019ve always held myself to a certain level of excellence, whether in my work, personal life, or how I approach challenges. I scoff at desperation. I disregard neediness. I value responsibility, efficiency, accountability, and a strong work ethic, and I expect the same from those around me. When people don\u2019t rise to that level, I instinctively feel disappointed or frustrated. It\u2019s not that I expect perfection, but I do expect a certain effort\u2014a commitment to doing things well and with intention.
However, as I reflect more deeply, I realize that my critical nature may not be solely about having high expectations. It could also be about control\u2014about wanting things to unfold in a way that feels right to me. When people act differently than I would or fail to meet what I consider reasonable expectations, it disrupts the sense of order and predictability I strive to maintain. It\u2019s not just about what they did; it\u2019s about how it makes me feel as if their choices or actions are a reflection on me.
This realization has made me ask another question: why do I feel such a need for control?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Perhaps it\u2019s rooted in the fear of things falling apart or spiraling out of control if others don\u2019t meet specific standards. I\u2019ve always planned ahead, anticipating outcomes and preparing for every possibility. I am a result-driven individual.\u00a0 When others don\u2019t follow through or take a different approach, it feels like a loss of stability. And in those moments, my criticism is less about them and more about protecting my sense of order.
Yet, I can\u2019t ignore that this critical lens can be harsh and sometimes unfair. Life doesn\u2019t always fit neatly into my framework, and people have different ways of doing things, shaped by their values, experiences, and challenges. I\u2019ve come to understand that my high expectations\u2014whether for myself or others\u2014are not necessarily wrong, but they must be tempered with grace and understanding.
There\u2019s a balance to strike between expecting the best from others and accepting them as they are, imperfect and human. In its raw form, my criticism can be unyielding, but when I pause and give myself space to reflect, I realize that what I want more than perfection is connection. I don\u2019t want to be someone who distances herself from others because they don\u2019t meet my expectations; I want to be someone who can inspire growth while accepting flaws.
In the end, my criticism may stem from high expectations, but it\u2019s more about my desire to control outcomes and protect a sense of order in my life. Recognizing this has opened the door to a kinder way of seeing others\u2014and myself. It\u2019s a journey toward balancing expectations with compassion, and in that process, I\u2019m learning to embrace the magnificence and messiness of life, finally at fifty!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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