On a recent flight from Milwaukee, I finished an extraordinary novel. I had to explain to my seatmates that the reason I kept blowing my nose was the sad ending, and not that I was sick. (Comment below and I’ll tell you the title.)
Because one of the underlying themes of the book is the title of this blog, I gave considerable thought as to how I distinguish between my own hopes and expectations. As a result, I no longer use the words interchangeably. There are, in fact, key differences.
I define hope as a wish or a yearning for something good to happen. It’s about what I want to occur.
Expectation, on the other hand, is a firm conviction that something will happen or should happen in a particular way. It’s about what I believe will occur.
When I hope something will happen, I acknowledge that it might not. Because of its inherent uncertainty, I have to be flexible and resilient. And when the outcome doesn’t actually materialize, it’s easier for me to adjust to the disappointment.
In another situation, I hope that the weather will be nice for my barbecue and pool party. If it looks like the day will be way too windy to swim and cook outside, I can always move the party indoors. Or if I’m speaking at a conference, I expect the Wi-Fi to work all day so I can share my presentation, but if it suddenly goes out, I would feel annoyed or frustrated because my speech didn’t go as planned.
In essence, hope is an acceptance of uncertainty and an open-hearted desire for a positive outcome. Expectation is a more rigid and often entitled belief in a specific future event.
So, next time you pick a dandelion in order to make a wish and blow, think about whether your wish is a hope or an expectation. In either event, I want it to work out for you.
Great clarification! Thank you!
Thank you, Shari! I hope you’re doing well (and staying cool).