Expectations

I’m in Jordan. I don’t know how to make it any more dramatic than that. I have been for the past five days. And I’m clearly still alive. In fact it’s a lot better than I expected it to be. One breakdown in five days, that’s a real accomplishment. Someone should give me a medal. It’s really not too bad. My parents agreed to let me go to Switzerland, well my mom said yes, but dad said no, and since my dad has the money it was a no. But then I offered to get a fifth job and he relented and said fine, and not to get a fifth job since im already working 40 hours on a normal week during school. I’m excited, sort of. I imagined I’d be, but I’m not really, and I don’t really know why, ‘

Lesson learned: Sometimes things work out, but are overshadowed by you thinking they’re not going to work, s when they do we’re still held up on them not working out. Our expectations are raised too high and the real thing can no longer compete. In other words lower your expectations.

Lesson#2: Breaks are good, even if they’re in Jordan!

Now I’m not saying Switzerland won’t be awesome. /I just don’t think I deserve it, and it seems like a very long way off. It’s the first thing I’ve wanted for myself in years, and even though it’ great I get this one thing, it’s still depressing thinking that over the past 10 or so years I haven’t wanted a thing.