When I was a kid, not a whole lot was expected of me. In those days there was no such thing as learning problems. To my parents, I was lazy and not trying. To my teachers, comparing me with my talented and gifted siblings, I was just plain stupid, left-handed to boot and too stubborn to change. How many times I was told, "You'll never amount to a hill of beans"! or, "I've forgotten more than you will ever know" ! If I ever did anything to feel proud about, I was told, "Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back"!
Luckily, I grew up. I went to a school where no one knew my brothers and sisters. I didn't have to live up or down to any one's expectations.
Living in Japan, I was just a strange foreigner and expected to be odd, and my in-laws loved me the way I am. My husband accepted me as an odd duck long ago and has given up trying to set expectations for me.
Now, however, I am setting my own expectations and hoping to live up to them. Once I accept a task, I have to plan and prepare to do the best job I can. Panic sets in. Then, bloggers to the rescue!
An idea here, a suggestion there, and the plan falls in place. Now the banner is basted and ready to go. The piano keys are marked and cut. Quilting supplies are being assembled ... I see I need to hunt up the perle cotton...
Hopefully, if I have forgotten something, I will have tonight and tomorrow morning to get my act together. I don't know how the class will go Saturday afternoon, but I have great expectations.
"The greatest danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting out aim too low, and achieving our mark".