Anticipation [ With Audio]
Is making me late.
Is keeping me waiting.
~Music and lyrics by Carly Simon
In a little over four weeks I will be embarking on an exciting adventure.
It feels life changing.
Hello, I don’t know if you’ve met me?
I am the Queen of Instant Gratifiction so the anticipation is KILLING me!
To some people anticipation is delicious, something to be spread on little toast points and relished.
My husband is such a person. He will create little pockets of anticipation whenever he can.
Weekend rides with his buddies, his Memorial trip every year with his brother.
I see him light up when he’s asked about it, or texting the details. He enjoys EVERY SINGLE SECOND of the wait.
It makes me laugh and roll my eyes, but I do envy him his simple pleasures.
Me? Not so much.
Anticipation is torture for me. I’m THAT girl. Spontaneity is MY middle name.
“Come on , let’s not draw this thing out, show me the surprise, or tell me the secret. Get on with it.”
Byron Katie says that anticipation is where fear and terror live, not reality.
I usually don’t disagree with her, but from what I’ve observed at my house, that is not the case.
Expectation – I believe that about expectations. I’ve met fear and terror there.
I think anticipation is a lost art and it’s making me sad.
It needs to make a comeback.
I’m not sure I can lead the parade on this, but from living with The Grand Marshall, I gotta tell ya, anticipation kicks instant gratification’s ass every time.
What’s wrong with us? (Notice how I’ve lumped you in with Team Janet)
Why can’t the wait be great?
We want something, we buy it. We don’t save fifty bucks a month living on the excitement of the dream for a year.
Shit. Amazon now has same day delivery; they must have read all my emails complaining about the overnight wait. Same day was MADE for people like me.
My husband. He’ll wait. He’ll look forward ALL WEEK to the Thursday delivery.
I want to be in his camp, I’m just not wired that way.
I do remember getting VERY excited when I was about nine and the one telephone we had in the house would ring. My dad would announce: Janet, it’s for you, and my heart would start racing. Who was it? Was it a boy? Thirty seconds of excruciating anticipation. Maybe that’s the cause for me. The point of origin for this particular neurosis?
HE, on the other hand, was raised in France.
They wait to see a doctor, the entire country waits until August to go on vacation, they even wait until after work in the evening to buy bread for dinner.
As he will patiently re-explain to me at least once a month:the feeling of looking forward to something is magical and must be savored.
Like a fine wine or stinky cheese, it get richer and more complex over time. As each detail of the anticipated event unfolds, the feeling mounts; until, as I have witnessed with him, it culminates in a night before Christmas kind of giddy, sleepless euphoria – wearing a silly grin.
It’s impossible for me to maintain such a high level of excitement.
I’ll explode, my face will get stuck like that, and I need my sleep.
“Are we there yet?”
I DO get excited, but it’s my nature to wait until the very last minute.
I just want the event, vacation, surprise, whatever to start, I don’t make a big magilla out of the lead up time. I don’t mark off days on the calendar to remind me how much glorious waiting time I have left.
But I just may this time.
I see how the other half lives and it looks…….fun.
I too want to wear a silly grin and become giddy as the days draw closer.
Let’s see how this goes, reviving this lost art of anticipation, shall we?
Are you in my camp or his? Do you relish the wait?
I’d love to hear your stories of anticipation my dear ones, they’ll help me!
Sending love….in a minute…..wait for it.
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