I’ve found myself aware of expecting the worst — dreaming flat tires, so to speak. My guard is up before the dance begins. I wade in the disbelief he’ll call at the hour he promises. Sometimes, I doubt he’ll call at all. I question his intentions. I sabotage good things into bad. I fully realized this when I stepped outside of myself to review the following conversation with a  friend.

Angie: Who is coming to see your band Thursday night?
Self: and he says he’s coming but I’ll believe it when I see it.
Angie: Why would you assume he wouldn’t show up?