The Fragile Weight of Anticipation



My whole day was almost ruined by the realisation that something I had been looking forward to was not going to happen. I had this big day planned for January 3rd. I was practically skipping and dancing since January 1st. You know that kind of excitement that sneaks up on you when you are close to an expectation you have carried for days.

Somewhere in the middle of all that excitement today, I received news that completely annulled my plans. I was so upset. My mood dropped from 100 to 2 percent, and it stayed there till the end of the day before I finally pulled myself back together.
Mehn, that is the thing about getting your hopes high. When they are really high and things fall through, you feel it deeply. Imagine days of preparation, excitement, and planning towards January 3rd, only to realise just a day to it that it will not work. That kind of heartbreak is something else entirely.

Does anyone else experience that thing where you have an appointment with someone and they cancel last minute or do not show up, and it just ruins your day?

It is the rewiring your brain has to do to fill the time you already set aside. It is the days of anticipation leading up to the appointment. It is the effort it takes to be mentally and physically ready. All of that and more is why the disappointment hits so hard.

Dearest reader, I am not sure we, people like me who have this tendency, get better at it. I know people who would gladly skip at the cancellation of plans. I think we just get better at handling the disappointment, learning to see it from a distance, and protecting our hearts as much as we can.

Ps. I did not allow the disappointment completely ruin my day. I eventually got my spark back, which is a big win from where I am coming from.

So which one are you, the person with the ruined day over a canceled appointment or the person who skips and dance over a canceled appointment?

@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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