“Anticipating pain was like enduring it twice. Why not anticipate pleasure instead?”
― Robin Hobb, Renegade's Magic
“..that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself”
― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
I think sometimes we forget to stop on enjoy the anticipation of what is to come. The advent of the birth of Christ is one of those times. We get so wrapped up the busyness of the season, we forget to be in the moment reflecting on how it feels to know there is something so good on the horizon coming our way. Like Hobb says above, we spend much time anticipating pain and less time anticipating pleasure. For me, the anticipation of an event is much more tantalizing than the actual experience of the event. Children sleep with visions of sugar plums in their heads on Christmas Eve.
The art of anticipation is practicing patience, observing ourselves and those around us and being aware of how and what we are feeling, doing and experiencing. It is not only an art, but a discipline. That is what we learn during seasons such as Advent. It is learning who we are and what the true meaning of Christmas is