Anticipation

My husband loved to play Clue and another game called Electronic Detective. At least he did until I learned how to play. I discovered I love those games and I am very good at them.

I have a knack for taking the facts from many different questions and, by keeping track of who asks them and where, I can figure the most incredible things out no matter whose turn it is. I can also read faces, so if you can’t keep yours straight, it is my game! Of course it’s fun to win, but more than that, I just love the challenge of solving a mystery.

There’s a part of me that is very child-like. I still love surprises and birthdays and other holidays. I am afraid of being disappointed, that is a real weakness and fear of mine, but if I can get by that -- anticipation becomes a joyful pursuit that I have never out grown.

Let a situation occur where I can happily anticipate something while trying to figure out just exactly what it will be, and I am like an eight year old on Christmas Eve. I peek into corners and peer around doors, sift through facts looking for similarities and search for things that change just slightly, looking for any inconsistencies, trying to see what I can find out and delighting in anything I think I might have discovered.

Sometimes the journey is almost more fun than the actual event itself, but then isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be?