I told everybody that I was waiting, I told myself that I was waiting, to be honest I thought I was waiting but after such a long time am I still waiting? The excuse sounds legitimate after all I do really need help to get into the pool to be healed. It has been so long this has now become my resting place and although I havent exactly got what I came for I have learnt to survive in my lack. Do I really want to mess this up? I know it is inadequate but at least it is so familiar. Then 1 day I tried to take stock of what has brought me here in the first place, my expectations!
Ah let me say something about expectations: they can be described as unreasonable, too big, wrong or too small. I think of all the negative descriptions, too small is my least favourite but sadly seems the easiest choice. A young man once told me this ‘have no expectations of me and then you wont be disappointed’. It sounds true and admirable but it is not right, we need to expect better of ourselves and each other. As I had a check on my expectations I began to review them and perhaps upgraded them. Suddenly waiting didn’t seem to be in vain be cause I have an expectation and this new found friend put a spring in my step called preparation.
Preparation the link between my waiting and my expectation. As I took steps to prepare for what I was eagerly waiting to experience,the wait didn’t seem so unbearable. I had many little adjustments to get through until my expectations are met. It is almost as if the preparation was the missing link to my long wait. preparation appeared to be the evidence of my expectations.
For your consideration