To be totally honest, I was a little disturbed that I was awake at 8am. I had expected that on this day (complete with the extra hour of sleeping goodness thanks to the clocks going backwards) that I would still be sleeping soundly, making up for all the lost hours during the week.
As my bleary eyes stared across the room, I found myself looking at the copious amount of books on my bookshelf, telling myself I have got to stop living as if I actually run a library.(Mental side note: must donate more books to charity)
I saw a book that I haven't opened in years. It was a gift from a dear friend. With this gift, she introduced me to the wonder and magnificence of Michael Leuing.
One of the most profound poems that has stuck with me through the years was this one about expectations.
It's so challenging.
Perhaps it's just me, but perhaps it's not. You know those times when you have worked really hard on a work project or you have put so much effort into planning an event and you kind of, sort of, hoped or expected someone to notice and give you a little nod of appreciation or a little pat on the back?
But what happens when the moment comes and goes, and not even a 'thank you' has been uttered? At the very least, it makes you realise the reason you were doing it in the first place.
Unmet expectations - "give us a stray dog when we expect congratulations".
Sometimes hard to take but maybe, somehow, good for us all in the long run.
I love being kept on my toes, to expect the unexpected! It has a way of keeping us real and creates a character and strength within us that we didn't know we had.
So here's to the storms, the dreams, the music and the sunshine that is to come!
Much love x
