A very dear friend of mine practices having no expectations...like literally none. Not expecting anything good and not expecting anything bad. Just being in the moment and in a state of acceptance of what comes...whatever it is. How incredibly awesome! I so badly want to put this into practice! Rejection wouldn't hurt so much.
I guess that kind of makes me gullible and naive. I am Linus sitting in the pumpkin patch waiting for The Great Pumpkin to arrive... like an idiot.
There is a very fine line between expect and hope. A very blurry line. I can say I have no expectations but having hope makes me seem like I do. Or better yet…I do have expectations because usually I expect the worst…but I always hope for the best. My gut will be begging and pleading with me to give up and let go, but my head and my heart will hold on. A half-court jumper at the buzzer is always possible, right?
It's all an exercise in faith…and there is a super blurry line between hope and faith… and even one between expectation and faith. And now I've officially spun into a state of confusion over it all. I really hope you weren't expecting a clear solution to this dilemma ;) But I'll leave you with this…
I don't expect to be told the truth.
I don't expect my blog or books to be read.
I don't expect to be called back about a new job.
I don't expect to ever be loved again.
But I will always do the work.
I will always be here.
I will always always always hope.