There are times when even the best of us have trouble with commitment, and we may be surprised at the commitments we're willing to let slip out of our grasp and even the ones we are willing to make. All I can say is commitments are complicated. True commitment, takes effort, and sacrifice to make work. Which is why sometimes, we have to learn the hard way, to choose our commitments very carefully. So, when we do decide to take the chance with that special someone we set the expectations and we all think everything will be great and when they are not we feel robbed and hurt. Sometimes though, those expectations sell us short. Sometimes the expected simply pales to the comparison to the unexpected. You have to wonder why we cling to some of our expectations. I think they keep us steady, keep us within our “comfort zone.” Expectations keep us safe from hurt but standing still the expected is the beginning, just the norm. It is the unexpected that changes our lives. No one believes that his or her life will turn out just kind of okay. We all think we are going to be great. And from the day we decide to be surgeons, we are filled with expectation. Great expectations of who we will be, where we will go. And then... we get there.
People have scars, in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds, most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.
The thing about plans is they don't take into account the unexpected, so when we're thrown a curve ball, whether it’s at work or in life, we have to improvise. Of course, some of us are better at it than others. Some of us just have to move on to plan B, and make the best of it. And sometimes what we want is exactly what we need. But sometimes, sometimes what we need is a new plan.
You know when your parents or family member is pouring water into your empty glass and they would say “Say when” and, of course, we never did. We don't say when because there's something about the possibility, of more. More alcohol, more love. More of anything; more is better.
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