Welcome to another episode of Inside My Mind: a selection of my private journal entries to give you a glimpse into my mind.
The Weight of Expectation
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Expectation is the opposite of finding a blue mushroom in a forest.
It is the opposite of joy and awe and wonder; of moss carpets leading to fairy grottos and tiny green volcanoes.
Expectation is more like finding a soggy stuffed mushroom as the only vegan option on the menu at a restaurant (because apparently all vegans are expected to like mushrooms).
It is dreaming up your perfect day only for it to not meet your vision.
It’s creating the perfect outfit in your head but when you try it on it looks hideous.
Expectation is synonymous with disappointment:
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