This blog has been in the making for about seven years. Well, to be honest, the foundations of this blog have been being built throughout my life, but the tangible feeling of expectationless expectations has been around for about seven years. No, I haven't been writing this for that long, but I have been feeling that pull on my heart for this long to write about this subject.
In truth, I cannot begin to write on this topic without mentioning my good friend, Matt Jones. I used to give Matt so much grief about these goofy words he would use on a regular basis: expectationless expectations. And yet, one day I realized that Matt had put words to a major root of my many years of struggle and anguish. I was very thankful for that. In fact, when I was in graduate school and I first felt the tug to write on this topic, I called Matt and asked him if it would be possible to pen to these words. Stand by, you may hear from him at some point.
As my husband and I have been going through the adoption process, I have been blogging to document my feelings and the trials and tribulation of adoption. This week we are at a lake house spending some quality time together while my parents watch our son (not our adopted son, he is still yet to join us). As I sat by the lake tonight, I knew I had no excuses to not start writing this. Whether it be a blog or a book or whatever, the message has been on my heart to write, and now it is going to finally start to take shape.
In truth, I cannot begin to write on this topic without mentioning my good friend, Matt Jones. I used to give Matt so much grief about these goofy words he would use on a regular basis: expectationless expectations. And yet, one day I realized that Matt had put words to a major root of my many years of struggle and anguish. I was very thankful for that. In fact, when I was in graduate school and I first felt the tug to write on this topic, I called Matt and asked him if it would be possible to pen to these words. Stand by, you may hear from him at some point.
As my husband and I have been going through the adoption process, I have been blogging to document my feelings and the trials and tribulation of adoption. This week we are at a lake house spending some quality time together while my parents watch our son (not our adopted son, he is still yet to join us). As I sat by the lake tonight, I knew I had no excuses to not start writing this. Whether it be a blog or a book or whatever, the message has been on my heart to write, and now it is going to finally start to take shape.
