When I was young, I looked forward to things– I got excited about them and part of the enjoyment was that build-up. The only problem was the disappointment I experienced if/when things fell through.
I learned that life didn’t always go the way you planned and I prepared for that. It was practical and I didn’t experience the letdown, but the things I enjoyed were tarnished they happened and then were gone – there was no build-up, no ‘this was everything I expected…’ moments
It was a trade-off. As a writer you try not to let your readers down – you want everything that happens to add to the excitement, add to the appreciation of the ultimate reward.
I‘ve started looking foward to things again, getting excited about upcoming events– and then the pandemic hit. Irony, the guiding force in my life sometimes…
Today’s Prompt: Things not going according to plans– in the best way possible