Expectations...

I fear I have too many. I expect things to be done the right way, mostly my way of course, who doesn't? It's not that I don't know how to compromise, I do, I just don't like change very much. I like things to be how they're supposed to be. How they've always been. Sometimes I think that's just too much to expect. If something isn't broken, why would you fix it? Is it broken and I just haven't noticed? Or is it me who's broken.

I looked in my little book today for something that was apt...

It's never too late to look on the bright side.

Make this your starting point.
Look to the lighter side.
Choose happy over sad.
Love over hate.
Good over bad.
Hope over despair.
Put the dark side behind you.
That way the shadows will fall behind you.

"To me life is simply an invitation to live." Sean O'Casey

My expectation for today? For my glass to remain half full. I also expect this bottle to be finished before I go to bed!

My expectation for tomorrow? To spend the day with my family and for Christmas to have some cheer.

Are my expectations too high?

Time will tell.

However, I'm looking on the bright side and expect our day to be filled with hilarity, okay so that's perhaps a stretch presents and goodwill from all and we'll have our traditional Christmas dinner, not goose, not partridge, not curry nor steak... we shall have turkey and all the trimmings, as is expected on the day called Christmas!