Perfecting Unmet Expectations

“We added the $100 senior discount as well. Thanks.”

What? I re-read the text message. A senior’s discount? I walked to the nearest mirror, scanned my face and hair. Had all this isolation these past weeks aged me? I did look paler, and sure miss going to my aesthetician to swipe (well, rip is a better word) those –ughh–unwanted hairs away. And there are more greys than blonde in my hair, however that has been happening for many years now. Why did the man who scanned my backyard for 10 minutes to give me an estimate on a deck build think I was a senior deserving a discount?

My phone pings. Another text message.

“We trying to help communities and seniors in this Covid19 era…I can add another $75 gift card for groceries for you. Thanks”


He must have me mixed up with someone else. Or does he?

And where did this vanity in me come from? I didn’t think I was that concerned about aging….

In a month I will be 55 years-old. Freedom 55 some call it! I’m far from freedom 55. No sailboating in a Caribbean Sea in a white polo t-shirt and blue knee – length LLBean shorts with a husband at the helm and a school of dolphins playing close by.

Instead on my birthday, after my work day has ended at 4:30PM, I’ll likely don my comfortable runners and a bamboo hat so my ears don’t start aching from the prairie wind, walk around the man-made urban pond in my neighbourhood and watch the Canada Geese (if I’m lucky) leisurely paddling in the muddy water.

Ah…life….it does not often turn out like a life insurance commercial.

(To be fair, I have read recently that the life insurance company who branded Freedom 55 is now rebranding to reflect the more realistic scenario of people having to work much longer, the goal of retiring at 55 becoming less attainable in our economic climate.)

But, on my birthday walk in a middle class neighbourhood of green grass backyards adjacent to man-made ponds, I’ll pass couples walking dogs, kids on bicycles, and flutters of sparrows. I’ll take a 20 minute drive to my eldest daughter’s and her husband’s home where I can take another walk with my two grandchildren and discover a new weed growing in prairie grasses and listen for a call of a nuthatch. We’ll eat cupcakes made from a mix and topped with ready-made whip cream. We’ll play Uno and read Star Wars New Reader books. We’ll make a summer plan of a weekend at a lake. Later, back home to my duplex, I’ll smell the cannabis being smoked by the neighbour who shares a wall with me. I’ll light a lavender candle, tuck myself into bed as I have for 20 plus years as a divorced gal, and read and read and read until my eyes start to flutter closed.

And life…is well…perfect in all it’s imperfections and unmet expectations. Even this aging thing is okay….


The college age boy scoops my items at Bulk Barn. I tell him that my girlfriend owned a bulk store thirty years ago when they always had to scoop for their customers even though no pandemic regulations in effect.

He stops, a scoop of carob chips in his hand, looking confused. “Did you say thirty years ago? Aren’t you like thirty something years old?”

I’m smiling. (I like this kid)

That deck man must have gotten me mixed up with someone else.

What gifts are you experiencing from unmet expectations?

Linking up at Soaring With Him

22 thoughts on “Perfecting Unmet Expectations

  1. Oh, Lynn, I loved the ending gift that God sent your way! HE sees in us the true beauty that our mirrors cannot show us. And this rings so true with me also: “And life…is well…perfect in all it’s imperfections and unmet expectations.” I’ve been pondering unmet longings lately, and how Jesus seems to meet us there so often. I’m praying for you to have a Blessed Birthday this year, with special gifts from the Lord!

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  2. I really enjoyed this post, Lynn. It’s funny, because just the other night, as I was staring at the clock @2:30 a.m., I started to think how 20 years ago I was 35, and in 20 more years I’ll be 75. Those thoughts drove me out of the bed. I turn 55 in July. I remember being in shock the first time I was given a senior discount at our local grocery story. I went home and re-examined my wrinkle potions. πŸ™‚ As someone who lives with a chronic condition and was very ill in my 20’s and 30’s, I have no problems dealing with the unexpected surprises that go along with aging. I’m just thankful God has restored my health.


    1. I am thankful God has restored your health, too, Jill! And nice to meet another summer birthday gal. Ah…those wee hour in the morning thoughts that keep us awake. May God rest your mind that He is working out His plan for you and it is perfect and purposeful at every age & season of your life.

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  3. Thank you for the smiles today, Lynn! You have such a fresh and lively way of telling a story and creating a mental picture in my mind. I’m so glad God sent that college boy along to cheer you up. πŸ™‚ I pray your birthday will be wonderful! And thank you for the refreshing nature photos of Canadian Geese, too! Love and blessings to you!

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    1. I’m sure I can send a lot more pictures of the Canada Geese your way, Trudy! They are everywhere. Sometimes even wandering in the middle of the road! Do you have Canada Geese in your area? I’ll make sure and post about my birthday next month, too!

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      1. Yes, we have Canadian Geese, but it sounds like you have many more of them. πŸ™‚ There’s a pond not far from us, and there are usually some in there along with Mallard Ducks. πŸ™‚ Hugs to you, Lynn!

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  4. I relate to this, and love this and thank you for your sunny outlook! Visiting you from the recharge wed link up. If you don’t already, I’d love to invite you to link up at grace and truth on Friday at


  5. I’m grinning, Lynn. πŸ™‚ I’m still trying to reconcile my fifty-something age with how I see myself in my head, and how others see me. I haven’t been offered a senior discount yet, but I’m sure it’s coming. πŸ™‚ I’ve become more aware of my vanity lately as well. I’m working on all of that. By the way, I’m with the scooper-kid. You definitely DON’T look your age! πŸ˜‰

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    1. My sister, Jeanne, pointed out that college kids think thirty is old! lol! Fifties are a decade to gracefully start to accept the aging process, I think. And once hit the 60’s, full acceptance reins and with that a lot of freedom to be fully you, not worrying about those wrinkle lines and gravity body pulls. That’s my prediction anyways! Keep smiling and full of life, my friend, that definitely makes you look radiantly youthful!


  6. I loved your post. It made me smile. Some days I haven’t taken to well to this getting older thing, and other days when I think of those who haven’t lived as long as me, I find myself thankful I’m still here. Thank you for sharing with Grace & Truth Link-Up. Happy Birthday!

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  7. Ha! Lynne, I gratefully accept senior discounts now (I’m 63). It took me a while to become adjusted. Vanity! πŸ™‚

    Happy birthday! Your walk and visit to your daughter and grandchildren sounds like a lovely way to spend your special day.

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  8. I’m visiting from Grace and Truth. This made me smile. I’ve been offered senior discounts at restaurants and hair salons. Lately I’ve even had people trying to help me unload my grocery cart, and that really creeps me out! Happy birthday!


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