I was explaining to a good friend last night that I always expect and assume the worst in situations so that when they turn out to be better than the horror I anticipated, I am pleasantly surprised.
"I'm pretty sure I just FAILED that test."
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"Oh, a 90%. Relief."
This phenomenon most recently occurred when I got my job. I expected it to be something that I would eventually begin to dread getting up for in the morning. I expected selfish, impatient supervisors and rude, angry, disagreeable customers.
I have been so relieved to find that I actually really enjoy the work that I do. My supervisors are great, and most of the customers are pretty nice.
But, as my friend made me realize, the burden of expecting the worst is simply not worth it. Being weighed down for weeks based on [what is probably] a lie that you have told yourself is not a good way to live.
Even if the reality is that something may not be so great, I've got a source of joy and hope and freedom, and ignoring that source is not okay.
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"For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery."
-Galatians 5:1
"You are too young to be that cynical."
-Mrs. Ross, my eighth-grade social studies teacher
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