Remember when you were a child and something big was coming up? Maybe it was Christmas or your birthday or a special trip you’d been waiting months for. The excitement would keep you up at night, have you giddy and smiling, and turn you into a veritable whirling dervish of joy and possibility.
Sometimes that level of energy would pay off. Everything was as good or better than you imagined. But often, a kernel of disappointment would show up. The gift was the wrong color. The vacation was too hot. The adults were too strict or boring. You didn’t catch Santa. The glitter rubbed off the magic — just a little.
Then one day you grew into an adult.
You stopped anticipating. You stopped getting excited. Your focus became surviving the daily grind. Vacations turned into glorified parenting shifts. Christmas and birthdays became another financial burden. Magic? You’re lucky if you get through a holiday without a stress migraine and a passive-aggressive text from a family member.
Do you even remember when it happened?
Did you wake up December 25th, 2013 suddenly all grown up and joyless? Or was it more gradual — a slow erosion of wonder until life started to feel like the grindiest side quest in the most boring video game ever?
Here’s the thing no one tells you:
Anticipation is a sacred art.
It’s not just about waiting — it’s about holding space for magic to arrive. It’s about flirting with the future, teasing the universe with your joy, and inviting something beautiful to meet you halfway.
We didn’t stop anticipating because we matured. We stopped because we were taught to fear disappointment. We learned to protect ourselves by cutting off our hope at the knees.
But what if we’re meant to anticipate not outcomes, but alignment?
What if the thrill is not in “will it go perfectly,” but in knowing you’re walking into something meaningful — even if it surprises you along the way?
What if the giddy buzz is actually a breadcrumb trail from your soul?
This week, I invite you to remember how to anticipate again. Not as a consumer, not as a child, not as someone who expects perfection — but as a creator, a co-dreamer, a soul that still believes in wonder.
Anticipate joy. Anticipate healing. Anticipate your own magic returning.
You don’t need Santa. You just need to remember what it felt like to believe something beautiful was coming… and let that feeling stir again.
Because the truth is — it is.
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With reverence, radiance, love, and light,
Charming White Eyes