do you like surprise? Or hate it?
I guess most would answer...it depends. I think the word "surprise" is related to mostly positive things...but I do think it is interesting when used to describe people...or rather, perceptions you have of people that you find out are completely wrong.
I worked with this woman for about four years...I rarely reported directly to her, but she was always around. She was one of those women that always looked awesome, hair and nails perfect, the cute shoes...you know, polished. She also laughed so loud all the time you could hear her across the entire office. I never thought she struggled with anything and that her job must be dang easy.
She left a few years ago, and now I work with her again. We went out to lunch yesterday, and she ordered meatloaf. She then talked to me about how she loves meatloaf -- completely crushing every assumption in my mind that I had made about her. surprise! It was a wonderful lunch - kicking the walls down and getting to know her.
I find that the opposite is often true...old acquaintences that re-surface from years ago surprise me a lot as well...many times it is not positive. It is like the memory of who they were is often better than the reality of who they are now. That makes me sad.
I have been feeling sentimental lately...I think it is because I have sort of "graduated" from a phase in my life, and there was no send off...it was a quiet move, and so, I have been thinking of all the big "changes" in my life...most of them had much pomp and circumstance...graduations - high school, college, confirmation, marriage, kids...but this time...nothing really.
I can't help but get "Come Sail Away" in my head...play it Styx...you say it so much better than me!
I'm sailing away
Set an open course for the Virgin Sea
'Cause I've got to be free
Free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board, I'm the captain
So climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on
I look to the sea
Reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We lived happily forever
So the story goes
But somehow we missed out on the pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on