On our way home from St. George today, Geo and I stopped in Beaver in order to change drivers and to each get a chocolate cake donut. Yup, a craving that we were both having simultaneously. And who can fight against cravings when the yummy chocolate stars align? So we happily topped off the gas tank and then ran in to the store to pick out our own donuts. Hopping back into the car we found the quickest way to get onto the freeway ramp, and then we each picked up our treats before G took a big bite and then groaned in disgust. "Man, this is so stale." We were both disappointed, and after giving the staleness a few bites to change its ways, gave up and guzzled the milk to wash the sawdust down our throats.
How do I find the balance between feeling let down and rolling with things? I don't want to buy too much into the philosophy of lowering my expectations. This can be a good practice in small ways, but to walk around feeling great about everything, only because I expected nothing to begin with, doesn't seem right. Ideals can be good. Right? Right?