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For my untempered heart


Not So Great Expectations Challenge

I bought my first lotto ticket the other day.  I honestly expected to win.  I did not, which is why I am sitting here writing this post.  I still expect to win even though I haven’t purchased another ticket.

Had I won, I would expect not much to change.  I would expect to make a few splurges, like new kitchen counter tops would be nice.  After my children finish college, paid for with my winnings of course, I would expect to travel.

I also expect to be divorced again by this time so I must also expect to find a travel partner.  I would expect to get chubby from enjoying all the foreign cuisine and lack of exercise.  I would expect to visit all the places I have always dreamed of seeing.  I would expect to see the Great Wall of China, the Louvre in Paris, and the Coliseum in Rome, just to name a few.

I would expect to get bored eventually.  I would expect to grow weary of all the self-gratification.  I would expect to want something more meaningful.  I would expect to end up back home.  I would expect to still be searching for my purpose.

Maybe this is why I did not win the lotto.  Even though that is what I wanted, the universe knew that winning is not what I needed.  I must dream of greater expectations.

But it would make for a lovely detour, don’t you think?

Great Expectations Writing Challenge


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