Even when others cannot see the impact. Publicly or intimately, that silent slam-a-roo hits more than our face; even a soft swipe pains akin to being gut-punched.
Sometimes for good reason, sometimes for no good reason at all – every time, miss-alignment of expectancies.
Someone expects something.
You anticipated something else …
Best way to not have my prospects dashed is to focus on my own responsibilities rather than someone else’s perceptions or lofty expectations.
We wrestle, don’t we, with expectations our parents have – or had, of us, which makes no sense for any rational thinking person?
Yes, in this regard, few of us are rational at all, ever.
My own expectations are high.
I fail all the time.
When I fail I have nobody else to hold responsible.
I wrestle with eating/weight as much as everyone else does … and the other day something caught me by surprise, a pleasant one actually – it was one of Seth Godin’s columns when he pointed out that portion control was a phrase with two words. We focus so much on the portion part, and not enough on the control part.
Anyone who ever raised a puppy or a child knows our ability to control anyone else is like predicting weather. We can be approximately right some of the time – but only in the predicting part, never in the controlling part.
Control, a commodity predominantly lacking in everything.