“My serenity is inversely proportional to my expectations.”
The Big Book- Pg. 452
You ever seen the fat kid who waits with excitement for his ice cream cone to be made, only to drop it onto the ground, moments after getting it into his hands? I’m that fat kid. In all things, in every circumstance, I am that kid. High hopes, huge expectations….crushing disappointments.
I am a dreamer. I am full of excitement. When an idea or thought latches itself into my brain, I begin the process of inflating the outcome. Sooner or later, the idea pops, and I am left with an empty feel. When things don’t work out the way I want, I become frustrated and often sad.
I can’t afford to be frustrated, angry, or sad any more than absolutely necessary. Expectations are a casino buffet of potential problems for me. When the fields of life are sown with expectations, the yield is usually dismay.
I have heard it said,
“Expectations are premeditated resentments.”
This makes perfect sense to me.
I’m sure there is a place for expectations. I feel confident that there is a healthy use for them, and that healthy people can use them to their benefit. As for me, I believe it wise to keep my expectations to a minimum.
Peace, Love, and all things Beef related,