Are they an opportunity to rise to a challenge?
Are they set so that there is an inevitable failure?
Why do some find them empowering and some find themselves buried under a world of frustration?
Why is there such a difference between the expectations you have for yourself and that somebody has OF you…even though they come to the thing?
Can the expectations become their own limitations.
How many time do you not-quite meet expectations before you give up?
Is being realistic about expectations the same thing as buckling under the constant pressure.
Is there crippling weakness in admitting devastation or incredible strengh in finding the compulsion to start again.