Thursday, December 20, 2012
I forgive you, Expectations
Forgive in the sense of dismiss.
You are dismissed, Expectations. You've served your purpose, I guess. Sweetened days that came before in anticipation. But now you only bring me gravel and thorns.
So much for this sweet week I've been looking forward to for so long, each day planned out in detail. So much for planning out. So much for the conversations and laughter and light work of many hands while the necessary rushing and working had to happen so that the holidays can happen.
The rushing and working that still have to happen, at least in some abbreviated form. Some, hopefully better than grudging, form. Some form that love can fill only if you take one more thing from me, Expectations, and that is yourself with your distorting demands for fulfillment.