Why is it that we have a tendency to deceive ourselves by romanticizing an event? Have we not yet learned that stuff like that rarely, if ever, happens as we imagine?
Christmas was a prime example for me when I visited family in Colorado. I had visions of a warm crackling fireplace while excited children tore into their festively wrapped presents, and the adults delighting in watching the scene. I had images in mind that my role in this snow-globe-like scene would be wanted and appreciated. Instead, I was a fatigued by-stander, left to clean up the mess. I should have known better. There was no fire, no snow, no special breakfast, and no fun. It was just an occasion to endure.
Preceded by and following the Christmas disillusionment was disenchantment with my job. I was questioning myself on why I had thought this was the perfect job.