Expect-er

I have noticed lately a reoccurring word that will not stop following my every thought and dream. I would be lying if I said I wasn't an 'expect-er' by nature, whether it be of people, the future or even the weather, sometimes I just cannot help to expect things to work one way aka my way. For the longest time I would keep all my expectations and the disappointment or excitement that followed all to myself. Recently, I had this great I idea that maybe if I communicated my expectations to whomever or whatever, my expectations would be magically granted more often than not. "Wrong again mademoiselle...more often than not even communicating your expectations will never result in what you expect" says Mr. Expectations.

After all that above rambling, I must confess that even though I am an 'expect-er,' I am one hundred billion percent grateful that the ways of this world do not work out how I expect them too. Because if this was the case I would not be smitten for this city called Austin, TX and I definitely would not be missing less and less of Paris the place that held my heart in her perfect hands for so long and the place I expected my heart to never get over. It has been an enormous revelation as I see this new chapter of my life unfolding right before my very eyes- in the most unexpected ways.