Expectations can be a curse to our lives. They build us up and slay us without a thought or care as to the damage it does to us on an emotional level. Today, I have been exposed to this where, not only my own expectations have been dashed, but so have my daughters. This has, on a scale of one to ten, simmered only on the one or two, however it has shown me where there is a gap in my own armour, where my ego and wish to succeed has superseded my will to be neutral.

This brings me on to a far more serious prospect, where self importance accentuates our actual meaning for an action, leaving us vulnerable to expectations.

Expectations to most of us means the anticipation of something coming up, an event of some sort; or refers to what is expected of us, a level or workmanship or accord. But I am guilty of laying on others my wish to be seen as professional; I put my best effort in all that I do without always considering the ramifications. If I were to be less stringent with my self, I would have seen that the need to give my all on every occasion is not necessary, and is far from being balanced. It promotes disappointment as you cannot achieve continuously to such a high standard without tripping over a hurdle occasionally. To remain balanced and hence consistent, is a far more comfortable and natural stance to take, it enables us to deal with disappointment brought on through high expectations.

So, in the future I will give my best without being unbalanced. I will appreciate that others lay less importance on things that I see as valuable. There is no punishment greater in a sense than what you give yourself. My dreams of how things should be are a mere fractal, a resonance of the bigger picture, and I will allude to that in the future. God Bless