A few days ago, I awakened with a single syllable echoing in my mind. Not long or complex, but brief. Clear. Not burdensome or punitive, but light. Inviting. Not obsessed with the past, but future-oriented. One simple word.
A verb meaning to cherish a desire with anticipation. To expect with confidence.
A noun describing the expectation of fulfillment or success. Something or someone on which desires are centered.
A lovely, buoyant word. But for me, also, challenging. Strangely enough, maybe even frightening.
When I look at my day-to-day thinking, it’s easy to see that I tend towards the antonyms. Doubt. Worry. Question. Fear. Distrust.
These feel much safer. They are known territory. They protect me from disappointment and unmet expectations. They provide unhealthy motivation, fueling my feverish efforts to avoid the bad and unwanted, instead of encouraging me to pursue things that are worth longing for.
I'm not sure how this word will eclipse the others that so often get my attention. But I think I’ve been given an invitation to try.