Expectations are a funny thing.
They come in all shapes and sizes and have the ability to make or break a person.
They can come in the form of a small request or in the form of a huge burden.
Expectations are placed on us by our friends, our family, our bosses, and our co-workers.
However, perhaps no expectations are as burdensome as the ones we place on ourselves.
How many times do we reach a breaking point where we find ourselves screaming at the universe to give us a break? We want to be released from the stress of perfection and supremeness only to find that we are the only ones who expect these things from ourselves.
I recently had a conversation with Landen that went something like this:
"I can't be perfect all them time!"
to which he responded
"Who asked you to be!"
It's a valid question.
Who asked me to be perfect all of the time?
The answer hit me right smack in the face.
I am the only one who expects sheer perfection out of myself all the time, all day long, every day.
I expect myself to...
...be a perfect mom who has it together 24/7
...be a perfect wife who dresses nice and is always put together for my husband
...have a perfectly cleaned house in case anyone should knock on my door at a given hour
...be perfect and skilled and a master at each and every craft or hobby I take up.
In the end I find that I am left ragged and confused with lots of unfinished chores or projects in my stressed-to-the-max wake.
The bible says it best about the true expectations I should have on my life: