Never smart to count chickens before they hatch. Expectations are like wayward bullets… and pointing the gun at your foot. You can work your ever-living ass off into the ground and it is still no guarantee that you will get the job, the relationship will be saved, the brass ring snatched off of the pole.
One thing I can do is approach all things with the common sense I have been given and see that i am entitled to absolutely nothing. Zip. Nada.
The chicken count is low but it’s ok.
Realizing this is an opportunity to see how good I actually do have it… and that I am the original comeback kid.
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