Monday, September 19, 2011

High Expectations

It's no surprise that I'm anal retentive: Type A. I obsess over most things and just (in general) have very high expectations, for others as well as myself. What's the error in that? Disappointment. If for no other reason, others will rarely value your expectations enough to meet them unless there are dire consequences. Thirty-five years later I know this, but can't fully accept it.
I know with my head that nothing short of heaven will be perfect, but that doesn't stop me from finding each and every imperfection along the way. Does that make me an unhappy person? I don't think so. The unhappiness, or irritation comes from resistance. And that, my friend, brings us back to my control issues. So, it's like one big perpetual cycle…round and round we go, where we'll stop nobody knows! Enough rambling. Maybe if I give myself that speech, it will sink in.

All things considered equal, today was a pretty good day. I'm getting back into the routine. This is the last week we'll have a relative in-house helping us get adjusted. I'm wondering how much cooking and cleaning I'll actually be able to get done when I'm flying solo. We'll see. I'm keeping our housekeepers' number handy in case I need to call them.

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