When I visited the hematologist for my blood test results last week (What Scares You Most?) I didn’t expect to hear I had cancer.
And guess what? I don’t have cancer! But it doesn’t surprise me because I just didn’t feel cancer in my body. Admittedly, I don’t know what cancer feels like…but I just had a feeling I didn’t have it.
Getting groceries this morning I had another feeling. An image, actually.
I rode my bike to the store and bought a huge box of apples, peaches and grapefruit—all for $5! As I was loading my bike basket with the fruit, I suddenly had a vision of my bike falling over and the apples and peaches spilling out all over the road.
Guess what? As I was putting my helmet on a few seconds later, my bike fell down. Apples, peaches and grapefruit rolled out all over the sidewalk.
One more:
When my sister stopped talking to me 15 years ago (When Your Sister Cuts You Out of Her Life: Coping With Family Estrangement), I had a feeling we’d reconnect. I expected to see her again one day.
Guess who I’m visiting in a few hours?
My sister and I started texting and calling a few months ago. Soon I’ll be at her place for a face-to-face visit.
Sometimes the things I feel, sense and expect to happen actually do happen. And sometimes I get completely blindsided.
What do you expect?
Your expectations matter, {name}. They affect your thoughts, actions and words. This, in turn, affects your relationships, choices, activities and even your health.
Notice the thoughts and feelings that pop into your head. Are they accepting or critical? Curious or fearful? Positive or negative?
Today, as I prepare to meet my sister, I’m paying attention to my expectations, thoughts and feelings. I’m not fighting them. I won’t deny or suppress them. I just notice them because all they want is to be seen and heard.
And I trust this visit will unfold exactly as it should, just like everything else in my life.
Trust that your life is unfolding exactly as it is meant to. It may not be what you expected, but it’s yours.
Something beautiful is blossoming, even if you can’t see it yet.
With love,
Laurie
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