Expectations. Man, do they get me in trouble! If I work hard to limit my expectations, of me, of others in my life, of the weather and generally of everything, I have lots more joy. I learned this lesson many years ago when I was in early recovery and find that I need to remember it and sometimes relearn it. Thinking about this in the context of my life today, Sept. 9, 2014, is helping me to deal with one of my expectations: that I feel physically good all the time, every day of my life. Not realistic. As a healthy, though aging, woman, I am used to doing any and everything I want to do. I have done Ironman triathlons, 50 mile trail races, and too many mountain climbs to count. I can usually chase grandchildren and join them on the playground equipment, doing pull-ups and pushups and lifting more than one of them at a time if needed. This week, however, I have back pain. I know why and I know what to do about it, but I don’t like it. Perhaps one of the positive results can be that I will be more gentle with myself; perhaps more empathic with others who have physical limitations or just discomfort. Maybe God is telling me to be still and listen…hmmm. I think I will get my ice pack and lay down for a while, maybe open up to whatever messages I hear. More on expectations later. Anyone have thoughts on this, or other topics?