surprises
Yesterday morning someone surprised me. And I loved it.
But I used to hate surprises.
My family and friends planned a surprise 16th birthday party for me and I didn't talk to my boyfriend for a week afterwards because he had to lie to me to pull it off.
Years later another boyfriend surprised me with pancakes when I returned from an early morning walk with my dog. I was used to fruit and yogurt, so I refused to eat them.
Fear leads us to try to control everything, even breakfast, even birthdays.
Trust helps us embrace everything, even surprises.
I can happily say that this year I am doing a pretty good job of being able to
EMBRACE SURPRISES. So far anyway.
Listening to Start of Something Good by Daughtry.
But I used to hate surprises.
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| With my girls at the surprise party in question... minus the boyfriend I wasn't talking to. New Vienna, Ohio, February 1996. |
Years later another boyfriend surprised me with pancakes when I returned from an early morning walk with my dog. I was used to fruit and yogurt, so I refused to eat them.
Fear leads us to try to control everything, even breakfast, even birthdays.
Trust helps us embrace everything, even surprises.
I can happily say that this year I am doing a pretty good job of being able to
EMBRACE SURPRISES. So far anyway.
Listening to Start of Something Good by Daughtry.
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