I don’t anticipate, it spells disaster to me, and makes me nervous. My daughter puts up a lot of questions. “Are you looking forward to your journey? What are you going to do? Are you happy?” And so on.
Any happenings when they turn out okay, I am happy, but if they don’t, I am philosophical– it wasn’t meant to be. The minute I start anticipating, and my hopes after getting built up, evaporate like thin mist, I get more dejected.
A few years back when my husband was still alive, our grandsons had come on a visit. Their mother had plans for spending the holidays with her brother in another city. Her parents resided with their son. We rented a place there, and had high hopes of seeing our grandsons at least for an hour, or two each day. They lived close by. Our anticipation hit the dust when we were unable to see them. A big disappointment! We gave up after a week, and returned home.
Another thing which happens to me is that I buy exquisite material for my clothes. Here I am thinking, I will have a pair of lovely clothes. What happens is: either the clothes are not properly stitched, or the tailor’s scissors inadvertently leaves minute cuts, which I soon find out while ironing.
I remember the time I bought white silk with work done on it with silver thread. It was lovely. I was so looking forward to wearing it. When the tailor stitched it, and I brought it home, I soon found a small cut in front. It was highly disappointing.
I can say anticipation goes hand in hand with disappointment.
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