Assuming

Just today I read an old saying from a book written by Nikki Sixx. "Don't assume, because you make an ass out of u and me." I'd love to say I don't ever assume anything, but I do. I do not assume that much of other people as I assume of myself, though, and of my life. Even today, after reading those wise words and kinda sucking the wisdom of them into me, I assume certain things. I assume I'll never get the man that I love. I assume I'll never have kid(s) of my own (And I so DO want, at least one, or two..). I assume I'll never be that wealthy that money isn't an obstacle between me and my creativity or an obstacle for me exploring the world the way I'd love to. I assume I'll never make it to the top of that mountain, I'll just keep taking one step forward and sliding two steps back...

When does this kind of assuming become an obstacle itself? When does the negativity stop one even wanting to try anything? I've assumed things previously as well. I've assumed that I love this and that person for the rest of my days. I've assumed I'll never love again. I've assumed nobody ever loves me. I've assumed I'll never be accepted as I am. And I still do assume that every new person I meet ends up hurting me one way or another. But god, how I've loved to admit it every time that I've assumed wrong!! I've been letting go of people that weren't there for me and I've learned that I can fall in love again. And I've been loved in so many ways I didn't even imagine possible. I've been surprised to find out that everybody doesn't have a hidden agenda when they want to get to know me..

So what do I do? I keep on working with the assuming. And boy, do I hope that even in the future I'll find out I've assumed wrong!!!