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Life's Dramatic Expectations

Imagine that you saved for a year to take that trip to somewhere tropical where the beaches are sandy white and the water is a clear crystal blue.

You've prepared yourself mentally and physically by taking swimming lessons and diving lessons and anything you can think of knowing that you will be spending time in the sea. You get there, everything is perfect. You notice that the tide is stronger than you expected. There's seaweed in the water. The beach is swarming with bodies. You. You are there.

What are you waiting for?

You run out into the sea, feeling that inner small child inside you squeal with delight. You notice the brilliant colors of the sky, and how they are swirling with orange, blue, and white.

You think to yourself in that moment that noting else could be more perfect than this, then all of the sudden, a very large wave engulfs you.

It pulls you under.

You can't grab your bearings, you're unsure which way is up or which is down.

In that moment when you think all is lost and you're life is about to end, you find that extra umph, that extra energy and wherewithal to compose yourself and find your bearings.

You look up and see light. You start swimming as fast and as hard as you can toward it. Seaweed and more waves surround you, but something in you tells you "you've got this" and you will survive.

You reach the top and once you have cleared the salt water from your eyes, you notice that others are there. You stand up. You stand up!? How are you standing?!

You look around and there you are in 5 feet of ocean water. Exhausted, drenched, embarrassed.

That's what it's like to have expectations.

Expectations and ideas about how life should be.

Well, life doesn't work that way.

So what do you do? 

You take a bow!

Pretend you did it on purpose.

Laugh it off and continue to swim. 


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