the dried page

For the past few weeks, It was me waking up to a constant haunt of thoughts and expectations.

The minute I see day light, unfriendly thoughts will poke fun at my mind.

"Will I be able to sit with her today? Will I see her the second I walk into class? Who will say Hi to who first? Who will initiate a conversation? If she don't, is she waiting for me to say something?"

The thoughts along that line were never absent. I admit there was a fear of reality not meeting expectations.

Yesterday night, I had a memorable french dinner. It was an onglet beef done medium rare, absolutely gorgeous I told the waiter who came to check on me. But the thought of having that dinner to end the day wasn't on my mind the minute I woke up yesterday morning.

I must say kicking off the day without expectations is a good way to start this brand new page.