Will I get a raise? Are they giving me the promotion? Is he going to ask me to marry him during the holiday? How long will it take me to get pregnant? Will I get into college? It’s only 10 more days until he gets home. Only 3 more months till we’re in Paris. I can’t wait to see him again. I can’t wait until the new sofa arrives. I can’t wait until it stops raining. Will this be the year my mammogram shows something?
Life is filled with anticipation. We’re waiting, hoping, counting the days, the hours, the minutes for news, a big event, an email, a phone call, a glance. We might be dreading our visit to the dentist, a plane ride, a rejection.
Sometimes we expect the worst and get the best; other times, it’s the other way around. Often, we waste unnecessary energy and time in a suspended state of anticipation. I’m learning to live more in the moment every single day. It seems to make more sense.
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Duchesse says:
My mother told me a story about a little girl who was given a ball of string. Each time she tugged she moved time forward. She wanted to be big enough to cross the street by herself, to drive, to have a job, to have a family. Each time she ‘couldn’t’ wait’, she tugged and tugged… and ran out of string, suddenly and too soon.
A rather bleak fable I have never forgotten. “Don’t wish your life away”, my mother would also say.
Life is filled with anticipation. We’re waiting, hoping, counting the days, the hours, the minutes for news, a big event, an email, a phone call, a glance. We might be dreading our visit to the dentist, a plane ride, a rejection.
0 Responses to “The best is yet to come? “Expecting is the greatest impediment to living. In anticipation of tomorrow, it loses today”- Roman philosopher Seneca”
Duchesse says:
My mother told me a story about a little girl who was given a ball of string. Each time she tugged she moved time forward. She wanted to be big enough to cross the street by herself, to drive, to have a job, to have a family. Each time she ‘couldn’t’ wait’, she tugged and tugged… and ran out of string, suddenly and too soon.
A rather bleak fable I have never forgotten. “Don’t wish your life away”, my mother would also say.
Geri says:
Wow Duchesse
great story!
thanks,
Geri