I abhor the very idea of expectations. I don’t make resolutions. I don’t write to-do or bucket lists, though I did buy a new bucket to go with a new mop.
Thus, I had no expectations for this glad new year. I never do. That’s how come all my expectations are always met and exceeded. An utter lack of expectation is a fine thing. It lets me enjoy whatever happens without feeling cheated because I expected something better or different.
Here’s my advice for those who feel obliged to write bucket lists, New Year’s Resolutions, and other devices of cruel and unusual punishment.
If you cannot restrain yourself? Set the bar very low. Bury that bar deep in the earth so you can step over it without even noticing it. The things that will happen, the opportunities which will come to you will never be what you planned. Will never turn out the way you expected. And none will ever be what you think you deserve.
Whatever comes, it will be better or worse, and guaranteed to be completely different.
My year has gone fabulously so far. How’s yours?