I’ve been pondering expectations lately. Specifically just what mine were of this SAMBA program. I applied on a whim, for the fun of imagining the possibilities, never actually expecting to be here. In the whirlwind of the application process, interview, Christmas, family tragedy and moving, I’m not sure my thoughts about what I was getting into went much farther than a subconscious thought.
Seth is going to sprinkle his magic fairy dust on me and change my life to something fabulous.
I should have read the fine print because there is no magic fairy dust. Dang. There’s just hard work and abstract concepts and desire and determination and stubborn refusal to give in or up. Whatever magic is involved has to come from me.
(And then a miracle happens … .)
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