I don’t know how – or why –
this word got stuck in my head last night. But there it is and there is not
much I can do about it.
ANTICIPATION
Just like the kid with the
ketchup bottle, we wait with impatient anticipation for something really good.
Or we sit on the edge of our seats, holding our breath in anticipation of some
news. Or we just plain look forward to tomorrow or the next day. We wonder when
the sun will come out. We wonder when the snow will melt. We wonder if we will
ever see green grass again.
I have always lived in
anticipation. I love to plan. I love to look at the calendar and try to figure
out what to do on my next day off. I search the internet plotting trips to
places like Michigan and Missouri. I count the days until we can jump in the
car and my planning comes to life. I page through the calendar and mark any day
when anything is supposed to happen.
ANTICIPATION
And if I have nothing to look
forward to, if there are no vacations on the horizon, no family gatherings on
the calendar, nothing to count down to, I get pretty bummed out.
This year, however, I am
going to thrive on my anticipation. If there is nothing in the works, I will
anticipate tomorrow’s sunrise, I will anticipate kicking my shoes off at the
end of the day, I will anticipate a peaceful evening on the couch.
I can live for today, but I will
anticipate tomorrow!
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