The first time I felt the true magnitude of the word “expectation” was when my class studied the novel by Charles Dickens entitled “Great Expectations”.
If you are a reading kind of person, then words have more than a definition, they have a meaning that is sensed as much as it is understood, that touches a part of the heart or soul in much the same way that a chord of music is sensed as a major or minor key, or even as something ineffable, like an augmented seventh.
“Expect” is a high energy word, with a lot of buzz and zing around it.
Just this evening, I found a fortune in the pocket of my fluffy housecoat. I must have stuck it in there the last time I wore it, which must have been sometime ago.
Here’s what it said, “You will find your solution where you least expect it.”
As silly as I know this sounds, I turned the bedroom upside down this weekend looking for a pendant that I thought had fallen from a shelf over the bed. I tried to imagine every place it might be–behind the bed? In the covers? On the floor?
So hurray! Tonight I found it! In the same pocket as the fortune.
It seems like sometimes the more I try to wrestle with a problem, the harder it is to figure it out.
Sometimes it just takes time.