Expectations are a funny thing: they can be your best or
worst friend. I didn't realize how much I relied on my Expectations until they
not only became my worst friend but an enemy worthy of homicidal thoughts. It
got to the point where every time one of my ‘little’ Expectations came to
fruition, a cascade of Negativity pushed me down and rolled me around in the
dirt until I was bruised and bleeding. I
just wasn't going to stand for that kind of treatment anymore, so I killed off
Expectation. I learned to live with a ‘meh’ attitude about things: if it was
good, I braced myself for the bad; if it was bad, I just accepted that that was
how Life was supposed to be. It wasn't the smartest thing, but I got by.
I’m not sure when my fight came back; when I decided that I
was tired of eating dirt and tasting blood. But I remember thinking that maybe
if I resurrected Expectation, in the smallest of ways, that maybe I could start
impacting the Future in a good way. The reality is, I realized, that you can’t
be Disappointed without Expectation but you also can’t be Happy living in the
World of Meh.
So, little by little, I started to put my Expectations back
together. Like Dr. Frankenstein, I pulled together a rag-tag bunch of
mismatched parts, halfheartedly expecting the worst while hoping for the best.
This experiment was not without its epic failures, including a not-so-long-ago
experience that left me once again dusting myself off and reaching for the
Bactine. The difference was that *I* was the one who controlled how hard I fell
because I was the one who brought those Expectations back to Life. If they turned
on me now, Frau Ich had only herself to blame and accepted that responsibility
entirely.
Fortunately, it would appear that my newly enlivened Expectations
are significantly smaller and gentler, so when and if they do go awry, they’re
still on a firm leash and can’t go on a rampage destroying everything in their
path. The only surprises, hopefully and with fingers crossed, will be when they
actually bring what I, er, expect. We’ll see.
Who knew that 23andme would open up so many opportunities to
connect with potential relatives? After having my own DNA tested last year
there was nada. After my Mom’s test came in, I received only one or two
inquiries. After my Dad’s test came in last month: holy schmokes!! I've had a
deluge of cousins contacting me to connect with two specific branches of my dad’s
family: LEATHERMAN and BARNES. It’s so great to have the need to work on lines I've never really researched before and that I’m finding are rich with
characters, intrigue and scandal. I’d expect (heh) no less from my Dad’s
family.
Amanda Barnes and Daniel Beightler with family c. 1890
(Photo courtesy private collection of L C Lorenzana 2013)
I’m going to be spending the rest of this month working on
several lineage society applications that I've had languishing for over a year.
If nothing else, I want to get my OGS and Hamilton County OGS applications in
for First Families, since Hamilton County Genealogical Society is celebrating their 40thAnniversary this year! That’s right…if you’re in Ohio or have Ohio roots, check
out the Hamilton County Chapter of OGS. They’re the Awesome and the fact that they've been around 40 years shows how dedicated they are to supporting the
genealogical community.
Have you been under a rock? If so, then you haven’t heard that
the Federation of Genealogical Societies is having their 2013 Conference in Ft.
Wayne, Indiana. Why in the heck would they want to hold this important annual
event in Ft. Wayne?! Well, because the Allen County Public Library is there, silly!!
Check out the conference and library links for awesome information and to
register for the August 21 -24 events. Because you know you want to go. You do.
Want to GO!!
This sounds to me like a dramatic spiritual and emotional journey. I very much respect that. I'm so glad you've posted this blog so that I can hear how you are doing. I've missed your understanding and savvy and simpatico personality. I like your phrase "my newly enlivened Expectations are significantly smaller and gentler." Gentle as she goes, when the ship is in rough waters. Gentle can help self-affirmation, which is essential.
ReplyDeleteNow that I'm retired, I'm trying to shift my goals from "production" to "interesting and fun discoveries." Also "quality time with people." It's not easy to get out of the Superego Town of self-criticism, but the world provides a cushion of friendly people, I believe, If I can just give the world a chance. My gentle father used to say, tongue-in-cheek, "I hope for the best. I always hope for the best." But it was also true!
I'm still holding on to hope for FGS. I'd love to see you there.