I stayed up for a while last nite talking with my good friend Adam about an assortment of things ranging from music and fun stories to more intense things like expectations (and otherwise). Why I do certain things, why I don’t do certain things. Things I have problems doing, things I do too much.
Adam and I are a great pair. He is extremely logical and everything (for the most part) is very concrete/black and white. So it’s easy for him to give impartial advice because of how he sees things. I, on the hand have to wade through all emotional turmoil to evaluate a situation and make a decision based on how it affects me, how it affects others, and weighing which loss/gain is more and if that loss/gain is worth the effort and risks involved. (See, even that sentence was more complicated than it probably needed to be.)
Obviously, it’s easy for me to get caught up in a whirlwind of emotional/moral circles. So Adam gave me some advice last nite:
“Calm the fuck down.”
Something to remember when I start to panic. It helps me to stop, step back, and re-evaluate the situation based on logic and aside from the tantrum of mixed feelings. Of course, that doesn’t always work. And even then, I’m not sure I’m capable of actually pursing a cold, dry-cut approach to working with expectations.
Regardless, his advice was way helpful — enough for me to blog it. Calm the fuck down, Michael. See — it has a nice ring to it. 😉