until the
good stuff
lands.
One more
week
until my
big
presentation.
Four more
months
until my
birthday.
As kids we
often
embrace
optimism, enthusiasm,
and the
glee of waiting
for great
things to
happen.
And then
somewhere in
the messy middle
we turn that
dial the other
way,
towards prudence,
caution,
sensibility,
not-sticking-your-neck-out-ness, and
selfpreservation.
No.
I’m dialing that back.
I want a life
with an endless
conveyor belt
of happy surprises,
constantly being
anticipated and often rolling
in.
And yes,
I will most certainly
fail at this,
sometimes:
much anticipated
events, opportunities
and people will
fizzle and disappoint,
yet in no way
steal the joy
landing,
and take my word for
it,
it mostly
will.
~Lu
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