They looked like hamburgers.
We ate them like hamburgers with buns and ketchup and mustard.
We told the kids they were like hamburgers because, well, they looked so much like the real thing.
The problem was, they weren't hamburgers.
They were black bean burgers and while they tasted good... they had no meat and tasted nothing like a hamburger.
Our expectations made a good meal seem less than stellar.
It's not the first time my expectations have gotten in the way.
Not that having expectations are bad (I don't think they are). But, if we give our expectations free rein, nothing in life will ever seem good enough. Living under that umbrella is a great way to make life a whole lot greyer. Expectations that become the standard can poison relationships, smother us in discontentment and steal our joy.
In my experience, its pretty much impossible to delete the art of expecting completely (and I really don't think we need to try), but it is possible to keep them in their proper place. Recognize them for what they are, but not let them become the standard by which life is measured.
Next time we have black bean burgers, we will not be dressing them up as hamburgers. Instead we will enjoy them for what they are and not what we are expecting them to be.
Have your expectations ever gotten in the way? Are all expectations bad? How do you keep your expecations in check?
I'd love to hear your thoughts!