Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Day 180, June 29

As a child, I had many expectations. Of myself. Of others. Unmet expectations filled me with all sorts of untidy feelings, feelings that I couldn't identify or understand.
As I grew, so did my expectations. At times, they riddled me with guilt when I didn't meet them for myself. At times, they spurred me to do good things, creative things. And sometimes, they were a plain nuisance.
As I've mentioned before, I am an avid garage saler. Upon occasion, I would set off with the determination to find a specific item. This resolve frequently met with failure. But you know what? That was all right. For I usually found something far better.
This is called serendipity. Isn't that a great word? It conjures up pictures of all sorts of treasures and delights. Like the time I found not one but two genuine Chanel purses. Who can resist Chanel?
Life can be like a garage sale, denying you the thing you thought you were looking for while putting something much more precious in your path.
So, for today, I am grateful for unmet expectations.


  1. Hi Mom. I had a chance to read all your recent posts this morning. They were all excellent.

  2. I love it when I find something I wasn't looking for, never thought to look for, but is absolutely perfect. I have a fleece pullover jacket that fits that bill. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it, in like new condition, for $0.50. I know, you would have gotten them to pay you to take it off their hands, but I'm still a novice.

  3. Wouldn't it be awful if we always got exactly what we were expecting to get? I love that life presents surprises around every corner.