I’m still not a big fan of disappointment, even though it seems we became acquainted at an early age. According to what I see on FaceBook and hear in the hallways, some folks have the impression that modern parents are determined to spare their children the deplorable effects of disappointment.
You know, I’m really disappointed to hear that. Does that obligate them to change in order to spare me this suffering? Is disappointment indeed “suffering?” Would you be disappointed to find out it’s not? Or even more disappointed to hear that it is?
Some of the early lessons I learned about disappointment:
The world doesn’t really care. Heck, so far as I could tell, my parents weren’t too worried about it, either.
Life goes on. And it goes on at pretty much the same pace without slowing down until my pity party is over. Which is a good thing, actually. Suspending life for eight years is not beneficial.
Trying something else or trying a different approach yields better results than accusing, blaming and complaining. Of course, to continue ramming your head against a brick wall remains an option for as long as you can keep doing it.
There is no mandatory term. I can get over it this afternoon or fifty years from now. Totally up to me!
It is important to acknowledge your disappointment. “Acknowledgement” means something like “have a private conversation with a non-enabling trusted and respected friend in which you state your feelings of disappointment, what you’ve learned and how you’ll use it to increase your likelihood of success in the future.” Okay, so that’s way more than acknowledgement. Yeah, that’s more like forging success out of failure. Good on ya!
Do not define yourself by your disappointment or make your life a shrine to it. Seriously? That’s how you want to be remembered? You’re forty-seven and still talking about getting cut from the sixth grade soccer team?
Disappointment builds character. Well, actually, if we say that disappointment is some type of suffering, scripture says it builds hope. Because, like if you excuse yourself from your own pity party for like, half an hour, you’ll realize you not only survived but you took those lessons and learned how to thrive. You see, you and God worked together and you brought good out of the situation and that makes you even more confident you’ll do that the next time. And that, my friend, is hope and hope is the most powerful antidote for disappointment there is!
Gee, I hope this helps… and that you’re not too disappointed in today’s writing… and I really hope that you won’t decide that the best way you can help me is to assure that I am disappointed on a frequent basis. Trust me; I can usually take care of that all by myself!