This whole week has been about getting let down and things not turning out as we had hoped. Disappointments and discouragement often go hand in hand. But just because something doesn’t go right one time doesn’t mean it will every time. Say you play baseball (or softball, if you’re cool). If you strike out once, it doesn’t mean you’re going to strike out every single time for the rest of your life. I mean you could if you really tried, but if you go up every time visualizing getting a hit, you will have a much better chance of getting a hit. (Note: I’m basically quoting my coach verbatim here, so this isn’t exactly my advise to give. I’m just passing it on.)
The only reason we ever get let down is because we have expectations. We have standards. We expect things from ourselves and from other people. Sometimes those expectations are too extreme to be realized, and sometimes they’re uncalled for. Who am I to say where Christian Bale should have gotten married? Why is it my business if Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder broke up? Why do we set expectations in the first place? Why should we expect life to hand us anything on a silver platter? What does life owe us? What did we do to deserve such high priority from a universe that has bigger problems to worry about? Sure, sometimes expectations are helpful. Imagine going to school and not knowing what to expect. Imagine going home and not knowing what to expect. Imagine waking up and not knowing what to expect. Expectations help us get through the day, but we need to draw the line somewhere. I personally expect to get every last drop of life out of my conscious time on this rock. But I know that nothing is ever going to fall into my lap. I’m an eternal underdog. I’m not the queen, but I’m in the club. The cards just don’t fall our way, fellas. We gotta work for what we get. Newsies on a mission. But constant, reliable, things are good for the soul. Just like glam rock.
Don’t forget the glitter- iamtheseventies.