This morning I woke up craving a warm pain au chocolat and a cup of milky coffee served in a white china cup and saucer. I wanted to curl up in my crisp white sheets and do the crossword. In ink. And not spill on anything.
I also wanted to wake up with perfect hair.
It's 10:00 am and so far I've guzzled back two cups of office drip with flavoured coffee whitener. And my hair? Catastrophe.
Don't even get me started on spilling.
This is the key to most of my unhappiness. My expectations and reality so often do not meet. The trick, I guess, is to figure out how to manage my expectations without crushing my dreams.
2 days ago