Anticipation is cousin to anxiety — more fun, but just as nerve racking
Anticipation is the silver cloud version of its more bleak, less hopeful cousin Anxiety Butterflies in the tummy the same Even if the waited for, longed for Anxiously expected X — whatever X may be, Is quite different. Because even when the longed-for X is good, Possibly wonderful, it’s just a theory until it happens, has unfolded until anticipation becomes experience it could all go sideways, end up all wrong. Anticipation without concern or doubt or fear is for the innocent, children maybe adults possibly anyone who has no reason to believe (who has no reason to believe?) That no one will show, know, care That everyone will snark, snort, deride It's the stuff of nightmares that daytime light can banish But then the dark returns… But then, Oh, look: here comes another day With light, with love, with hope. There goes anxiety. Here stands anticipation: Arms crossed, Looking to see how time unfolds builds, takes me inexorably towards X... *** When I was seven, the biggest trea...