There’s a lot to be said about expectations.
Just a week ago, I expected to have an enriching experience when I volunteered in a fashion show.
I expected to have fun trying on fancy dresses and getting my makeup done.
I was wrong on the latter but correct on the former; I learned a valuable lesson to never again leap into things without asking the right questions.
That same day, I watched Once Upon a Time in Hollywood with the expectation would be entertained with a good movie. The movie was entertaining, yes, but not up to Quentin Tarantino’s usual standards (it was certainly no Inglorious Basterds).
I expected my work week to go smooth and simple, allowing me plenty of time to prepare for the busy weeks ahead.
No dice; work was understaffed and I was on my toes for the majority of the time, keeping out of trouble but staying exhausted in the process. Thank God for the long weekend.
After a disappointing, infuriating Sunday followed by an unexpectedly hectic Monday-Thursday, I expected to end this week on an uneventful note.
That’s the funny thing about expectations: the reality can throw you for a loop. Especially when the last thing you expect is to be engaged by the end of the week.
Life is going to throw some crazy stuff your way: good, bad, and everything in between.
The worst thing you can possibly do is go into this world with a list of expectations.
Because sometimes you may get right, but not all. Never all. Life is unpredictable.
You can safeguard and plan and predict until you’re blue in the face. But no amount of preparation will prepare you for the simple truth that it’s all one big chaotic lottery.
I expected to still be bitter about the previous week, about my past.
Now that’s changed to me looking toward my future.
