I am beginning to feel like a connoisseur of sunrise. I rushed through my morning stretches this morning when I looked out the window and saw the beginning of a fuchsia glow along the horizon. Ah! It's one of those today. A morning of a fluorescent pre-dawn followed by a quietly muted sunrise. The deep color doesn't last long.
Every dawn has its lessons. Maybe this one says something about showing up on time - because sometimes the best part comes early, and may not last long. Or maybe it is that anticipation can sometimes be even better than a long awaited event. Enjoy anticipation. Don't hurry through it - live it as fully as any time of life, because it may be the best part.
Anticipation can go the other way too; it's a tricky customer. I've had bouts of such worry over what life will be when this most fulfilling occupation I have enjoyed for 23 years is over. Yesterday I ran into a friend whose nest emptied a couple of years ago. "You'll love it!" she said with a smile. It was good to hear someone say that. I've heard it before, but never quite so succinctly. The anticipation is far worse than the reality.
So - anticipation of joy is something to be embraced and unhurried...seize the beauty of the moment. Anticipation of sorrow should be taken with a grain of salt. Don't waste time fretting early, when there may be nothing to fret about at all...seize the beauty of the moment.
Oh. They're the same.