Winter chill upon us again here. Predictions are for snow — in the south of France, in the back country above Nice and the Côte d’Azur!
The unexpected never ceases.
How funny, then, that most of the time we wander along living within the confines of what we expect.
I know that I expect the unexpected to be disruptive. That’s why I avoid it. But the unexpected is only disruptive if I am holding tight to my expectations — such as that it does not snow in the south of France, for example.
Without the expected, there is no unexpected. There are just beautiful snowflakes falling where they will.