It’s a no-brainer to say that when we expect things, we hope for and anticipate something. Without boasting even a bit, I think I can safely be dubbed the “Queen of Expectations.” The expectation gremlins popped up early in my life. I remember having glorious ideas for my birthday party or a holiday, only to grow despondent when the day didn’t match up to the rosy-hued picture I had developed in my mind.
Don’t you think it’s sad that you can’t spontaneously break out into song, dance in the middle of the street, and have everyone else join you as if it were the most normal thing in the world? The flash-mob phenomenon certainly satisfies this desire, though no one’s asked me to join in one. I have had some moments that were close, like caroling to the employees at Starbucks when our daughter worked on Christmas day, joining in with a worker at Costco who couldn’t quit singing “What a Wonderful World,” and waltzing along the Boise River Greenbelt while belting out songs from “The Sound of Music.” These memories make me tingle all over, just thinking of them! Times like that peg out my expectation meter at Expectation
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