Expect the Unexpected.

I'm one of those weirdo people who hate to plan.

I don't even like the word plan.

I'm not type-A.

I procrastinate like it's my job. 

I live life as it goes.

I try to live by the golden rule.

Keyword there try.

I'm not perfect.

No one is. 

I make mistakes.

Tons of mistakes. 

I'll probably make a mistake in the next 

10 minutes.

I get angry.

I say things I don't mean.

I yell.

I cry.

I scream.

I rage. 

None of that makes me any less of a person than you?

Does it?

Right now, I'm sitting on my balcony, 

with nothing more than

this laptop

fresh cup of chai tea,

and the morning sounds of Bahrain

traveling up to my ears.

There aren't many sounds as Friday is their holy day.

No work, shops are closed, and everyone is relaxing.

I can describe this feeling in one word.

Bliss.

Expecting the unexpected 

can definitely be a good thing.

This. What I'm doing right now, 

is unexpected. 

My kids are doing their morning reading, 

my husband is walking the dogs,

and 

I'm here in a state of peace.

In Bahrain.

Unexpected.

Unfiltered.

Uninterrupted.

Bliss.