“Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.”
― Haruki Murakami
I made a private vow that I was going to place less value on expectations. But, like a lot of things we decide to do, it’s harder than it seems at first.
We got our first real snow of the winter on Tuesday. I expected we would get at least a couple of inches.
We didn’t get enough to cover the grass completely.
I was disappointed. But the snow that did fall was pretty. And I still took some photos. The pictures aren’t good—I didn’t get much chance to be outdoors until after dark—but I still enjoyed it.
|Snow outside the office in the late afternoon Tuesday.|
|Snow in our front yard in the evening.|
|A little snow on the bench by our side door.|
The HVAC people came on Monday to work on the heat pump. I expected that they would complete the work that day.
They didn’t. They asked if they could go finish a more pressing job (and it was) and come back Wednesday.
I thought I couldn’t relax until the work was done and everything was back in place. But I can.
I’ve got deadlines and big stories to cover at the office. I expected to be able to relax a bit after gritting my teeth and getting through it. I had my schedule all planned.
Then I was reminded of another story responsibility on the very day I had set aside (in my mind) for relief.
I’ve got time every day to relax and do things I enjoy. I’ve got time every day to do the things I need to do. I’m grateful for that. I don’t need to wait for a far off day, after everything is “done,” to enjoy life.
Expectations don’t have to drive my life. Though I expect I’ll have to learn that lesson many more times.
How about you? Have you had your expectations dashed lately?