Expectations

I have officially returned to the land out west. Where mountains block your view, where it is acceptable to have any shade of grass (brown, crunchy, mellow-yellow, slightly green) as long as you have grass period, where no one bothers to look others in the eye as they pass on the street, and where I once again have to return to the "real world." I confess that I was enjoying living in my little fairy land where I was able to travel, relax, and hang out with people while not having to worry about school or work. I was there for nearly 6 weeks and it was a great vacation.

But the vacation is over. On with real life eh?

And now I must write a vague saga that I've been thinking about all night. I have been disappointed by a few things since I've been back in Provo (even though I haven't been back long at all). I've heard my dad say that disappointment comes from unmet expectations. I suppose I had certain expectations about myself and about other people. I was planning on certain things unfolding once I returned and I thought that certain people in my life would have acted a certain way. I even had specific expectations and thoughts about how I should and would do things. Unfortunately, I learned yesterday that things are easier said than done, that you cannot really count on people to meet your unsaid expectations (and sometimes not even your verbalized expectations), and that sleep is a good way to dull the disappointment that comes from these unmet expectations.

But on the flip side, Breaking Dawn comes out today and I will have some family members in town today. So I shall happily have some things to keep my mind occupied.