I’ve been looking forward to Season II since I watched the final episode last year, when war was declared. And frankly, I’ve gotten a good deal of pleasure out of that anticipation. January is not my favorite month, but I dreaded the cold, dark days less knowing my favorite program would air once again. I went on-line and watched the teaser. I revisited some favorite scenes from Season I (Maggie Smith in the swivel chair!). I enjoyed the waiting.
We are an instant gratification society. We want what we want and we want it NOW. E-mail, texting, TiVo, fast food, microwaves, on-line everything. And when we do have to wait, we behave as though it’s a huge imposition (red lights, doctors’ offices, slow restaurants, commercials).
There’s a real pleasure in anticipation that I think we speed by all too often. Remember Christmas when you were 10? The exquisite agony of Christmas Eve? Now Christmas is like a hit and run accident. We’re left dazed, wondering what just happened to us. I remember looking forward to August and the WV State Fair. Anticipating my birthday. Even television used to be a big deal–we’d settle in as a family once a week to watch a favorite show (Hee Haw anyone?). There would be popcorn or peanuts and it was an event that we looked forward to all week.
Each time I send out a query or enter a writing contest, I experience anticipation. When will I hear back? What will I hear back? Could this be the one? What’s delightful about anticipating a response, is that as long as I’m still waiting, the answer could be “yes.” Once I get a “no” (and let’s face it, in the world of publishing it’s mostly “no”) then I have to pick myself up and start over. And even a “yes” means I need to buckle down and do some major work. So, there is joy in anticipation–it’s called hope and I think we underrate it.
I’m glad Downton Abbey started last night. I’m also glad there’s a whole season left to hope will be as delightful as last year.
Q4U- What are you anticipating right now?