I have always struggled to manage my expectations.
I am a luxuriant daydreamer. I while away hours remembering past events (wearing the rosiest of rose tinted spectacles) and imagining what the future will be like. If I’m looking forward to something, I get carried away and imagine it in minute detail, even if I’ve never done that thing before.
It’s a lovely way to pass the time and it’s a habit I doubt I will never break but it often means that when confronted with the reality of that thing, I am initially disappointed because it doesn’t meet my expectations. 99.9% of things turn out better than I could have ever imagined but there’s always this awkward period of adjustment where I come to terms with reality.
I also have unreasonable expectations of myself. I absolutely think you should have high expectations of yourself and of others for that matter, but there’s having high expectations and there’s being downright fanciful.
My ridiculous expectations mean that when I don’t achieve the things I want, to the standard I want, I feel guilty or that I’ve failed. I just need to find a happy medium, the sweet spot of expectation, where standards are high but realistic