Ok. My first blog. I’ve heard so much about it, surely it can’t live up to all my expectations. This seems to be the theme of my life: balancing expectations. Phew! I wish someone would have told me when I was a kid that life was going to be a lot more normal than fantastic. Instead, I grew up with the hope (inflated expectations) about how amazing life was going to turn out to be. Now that I’m older, it really seems like the amazing-ness of life pokes its head out in random moments, and then it pulls it back in.
Like a turtle.
I could sit here and try to get that dang turtle to poke its head out again so I can get another glimpse. But most likely, while I’m looking, it’s not going to happen. It’s the times when I turn away to focus on something else, something a little more normal, like taking out the trash or picking up dog poo, that the turtle pops his head out again. Kind of like when you’re watching a calm lake, and you see some kind of movement that surely must be a giant fish. You see the waves and ripples, but not the fish, or the whale, or the turtle. But that’s exciting.
The amazing part of life is watching for movement in areas that are completely still. You never know what’s just under the surface.