You know that feeling when things really don’t go the way you’d anticipated them going, – any of the many scenarios you’d imagined – yet they still worked out okay in the end? I’m in the middle of it right now.
It’s such an odd feeling, really. It isn’t that I hadn’t imagined it going anywhere from horribly to wonderfully. I think it’s just that I’d expected more of a solid, clear result from this weekend’s events. I thought that I’d know for certain how I felt about it by the end of it. And yet, here I am, wondering how to describe it all. Parts totally sucked, parts were totally blah, parts were good, and parts were wonderful. It was all in there, I guess – practically every scenario I’d imagined had at least a little piece of itself presented during the weekend. And that made for an overall okay weekend. (I’m still secretly waiting for some kind of panic attack to ensue, or something ridiculous, it feels.)
I guess it was kind of like my diet has been recently, actually.
… and that brings me back to what I was sharing just the other day… no wonder my weekend went as it did, when my food and thoughts have been kind of like that recently, going all over the place, but averaging out to a reasonably contented middle ground, without being my desired stupendous. Hm.