What a week!
Yesterday I completed a job interview that went well (in my opinion). And today I had an appointment with the doctor who operated on my foot. This, however, did not go well (in my opinion).
It's a bird! It's a plane! It's SuperCast!
My doctor appointment: I was quite excited about getting my cast off today (even though Anna painted the COOLEST thing ever on it!). I’ve been so frustrated and exhausted by the inability to bear weight on my left foot. Walkers. Crutches. Rolling chairs. Lots of awkward hopping around. My right leg is sore from all the extra work it’s had to do. And my shoulders, arms and lower back complain regularly about the crutches. And, if I’m honest, my mouth may have been doing some complaining as well to anyone within earshot (God bless my fiancée! She has the patience of Job.).
Imagine my face as the doctor said, after taking off the cast and removing the stitches, that he wanted to put my foot back in a cast for another two weeks. TWO MORE WEEKS!!! I was SO ready for a walking boot. I am ready (mentally, if not physically) to be able to go to the kitchen, the bathroom, or to bed without all the physical exertion.
I suppose I am grateful that the foot itself no longer hurts. It doesn’t ache or throb or keep me awake at night. I know I am doing much better than I was before the surgery (at least pain-wise). But my expectations were too high for this point on the road to recovery.
The job interview: I interviewed with a church that has been “on my radar” virtually since the moment I knew I would be leaving my existing position. The very day I resigned, a pastor friend of mine had left a message for me that he wanted to talk about some “youth ministry things.” Little did I know that he was calling because the youth pastor at the church he was serving had also resigned. My friend was simply wanting to get my input on a couple of things as they moved forward.
Surprised to find that I would soon be a “free agent,” he has stayed in touch with me throughout my search for my next job. Yes, it was out of friendship, but he also has made no bones about the possibility of serving there. And here we are three months later. They’re finally at a point to start interviewing and I’m still available.
Like I said, the interview went well. Things are still in motion and good signs abound. I’m THRILLED about the prospect of working and teaching again. But nothing is finalized and I hesitate to say too much too soon. But this would be an INCREDIBLE opportunity were I to be offered the position… Prayers are appreciated!
Expectations & Reality
Here I stand (figuratively, of course), discouraged about my foot but encouraged by job prospects. I do have high hopes for the job thing (much like I had for my recovery progress). But it’s tempered by the reality that things take time. And nothing is done until it’s done.
Would you consider yourself an optimist or a pessimist?
Do we set ourselves up for disappointment by having high hopes most of the time?
What’s your take on expectations in life? Why?