Happy Monday. How are you today? How are you really doing? Don’t forget that it’s ok to admit when you aren’t doing that great. It gives you the opportunity to acknowledge those buried feelings that are bogging you down.
Something that has been bogging me down lately is all the many expectations that I have. I expect my kids to cheerfully get ready for school in a timely manner without getting sidetracked. I expect my house to clean itself, one can dream right. I expect my dog to not rush the door when people come over. I expect my family to joyfully eat every meal I prepare then jump up enthusiastically and without being reminded help with dishes. I expect my hair to stay perfectly in place the way I imagine it. I expect to consistently reach all the goals I’ve set for myself. And the list goes on and on. Quite frankly it’s gotten out of control.
I heard a quote “Expectation is the mother of all frustration.” This was a major epiphany to me. With all the expectations I’ve set for myself and others and life no wonder I so easily get frustrated. I’m just so tired of it. I hate feeling annoyed with my family. I’m sick of being frustrated with myself all the time. And I am so very sad that it weakens relationships.
A few weeks back I talked about how I’m trying to change and become a more pleasant person. “You become if you do.” I’m getting a little impatient that I’m not becoming as quickly as I want to become. Expectations. Stupid stinkin expectations and that nagging inner dialogue.
So here’s the million dollar question… How do I lesson these many expectations? What do I do to stop the constant demands? How do I lesson the frustrations and annoyances I feel?
These aren’t rhetoric questions. I’m really searching for some solutions. Other than acknowledging what I’m doing and constantly telling myself it’s ok I really can’t think of anything else. So what do you do? Do you have any ideas or things that help you?
I could blame this all on the lack of sleep I’ve experienced lately. (Expecting my baby to sleep peacefully through the night even though he is teething like mad.) But that’s not owning my choices. Because it is a choice. Sometimes a hard one and definitely harder for some people then others. I’d say this is definitely a hard one for me. Maybe a good nap will help me have a different perspective that will give me the answers I’m looking for. Here’s to hoping.
Have a wonderful day and a wonderful week dear friends. I think of you daily and hope you know I care.