Friday, August 31, 2012

Sometimes you have to lower expectations...

So I talked to this girl tonight...


...and I love her.  Just sayin.  She and her husband are kind of wanderers (in a very good way) at this point in their lives and we almost never have actual conversations these days...but today we did.

And she made me feel better {in a funny way}.  She loves to read my blog - such an easy way to keep up when life gets in the way - and I made the comment that every Sunday I say to myself...

This week I am going to blog everyday.  I will have something to say everyday.  

And then, before I know it, it's Sunday again and I haven't blogged all week.  *hang head in shame*

In response, she made an off handed comment - cracking a joke, I'm sure - something to the effect of maybe if I made the commitment to blog every Sunday then I would be meeting my goals.  And then I made some smart crack about how I always lower my exercising expectations to feel successful and we laughed and moved on.

It's a few hours since we spoke and I keep going back to that.  I can't really even tell you verbatim what it was that she said and she certainly wasn't saying, Angie, lower your expectations as a commandment...She was just saying it was ok.  Ok not to do everything, all the time, for everyone.  Sometimes, it is ok to take the pressure off.

And I think that I needed to hear that tonight.  It made me breathe a sigh of relief.  And I could sit down and type without the pressure of having to come back and do it tomorrow.  Not saying that I won't, but if I do, it would just be a surprise, not an expectation...because - sheesh - my expectations are lower than that.  :)

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And now I can tell you a funny Joy (that's my friend) story.  I could tell you a thousand.  Because we've (seriously) had a thousand funny moments together.

This one really isn't even about Joy so much as it is the girls.  But whatever.

So we once lived across the street from each other.  One night, as I was putting the girls to bed (they were maybe 3 years old at the time), there was a really, really loud noise and the girls were very curious about what could be making such a noise at bedtime.  (keep in mind, bedtime was 7pm)

Chandler:  Mama.  What is that noise?
Me:  Um, I'm sure it's just a plane or a helicopter (we had a lot in our area).
Chandler:  Really?
Me:  Yep.  That's what it is.
(Chandler peeks through blinds)
Chandler:  Well then that airplane looks a lot like Joy.

And there was Joy, cutting her grass.  I guess that three year old told me.

I think about that moment from time to time and it makes me smile - that airplane looks a lot like Joy.

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