Warning: Boring post ahead!
I tend to have really high expectations. Just ask my husband.
Often times I am frustrated with him and he will tell me my expectations are higher than his. Sometimes too high. This was really eye opening for me. "Aren't everyone's like this?" Clearly not.
I have been pretty (okay, very) stressed since going back to work. I think that being home for 15 months set up some high expectations for what I do here. I would usually have the housework done by the time Joe got home from work and I definitely tried to have work done prior to Friday evening. I had these goals because a) I am a goal driven person and b) I wanted the work off our plates so we could enjoy family time - which gave me the goal in the first place.
So, throw in leaving the house for the day and not even getting home until after Joe gets home. Yep, stress. Because I am not meeting these expectations.
I was pretty low on Sunday morning. Partially because I was sick, partially because I had a lot to do at work, and mostly because I wanted to just be enjoying family time at home and not have things hanging over my head.
Well, I went for a run because that usually helps. It did. I talk to God the majority of my runs and all of a sudden I thought about expectations and how they are connected to how I was feeling. "Who says I should be have these things done?" Me! Okay, I can take care of that then!
So, my new goal (yes, another goal) is to be very careful with my expectations. They are healthy when striving for something good/better (like in regards to Calvin) but not when they cross into the zone of creating too much or repeated stress.
Granted, my brain knows all this, but I honestly need to take time adjusting to actually living this way. Just like I have adjusted to no dairy and gluten for the past 3 months. That created stress, but not anymore. I adjusted.