I’m not sure what I expected. Well… actually, I guess I am. Spent time, allotted time, time parceled-out. That’s more like what it was.
It was having a Birthday Lunch with my daughter Robin. Maybe I expect too much. Perhaps I should change around the saying of “under-promise, over-deliver” to “under-expect, over-receive ?”
Or perhaps to “under-expect, be satisfied with whatever I get ?”
Well… that doesn’t work either. After something like this, my mind usually goes to the closet and takes out the pity-whip. I then use it on myself… perhaps telling myself without knowing it… that the emotional pain I got is what I deserved… because I was only “thinking of myself” instead of thinking of others.
I always think of others. But once in a great while, I guess I make that horrid mistake of hoping that it just might be “my turn.”
Of course… after the bawl is over… I tell myself that that’s what I get for thinking of myself again. But really… when IS is my turn ? Or, do I even GET a turn ?