Sometimes even the most hardened rules that you have set for yourself turn to ashes and are left aside like sawdust that stings your eyes and leave a bleeding scar of oblivion. On one hand you ask, what you have done. On the other, what you have not. As much as you try to answer either, it still comes right back as a question of expectation. Expectations are our worst enemies. It puts up bait that seem dreamy and hopeful that your adrenalin revs you up to a maximum. It clears you of reason and wonder and takes you rocket-straight to momentum. With all systems on a go, you are lifted and hyped, leaving everything else on hold.