Early this year I bought a hyacinth bulb in the hope that it would blossom in spring.
Well, it sprouted, but it didn't blossom.
The thing is, from day one I kept stressing about the possibility of it not blossoming. I was already mentally preparing myself for the disappointment. Which was supposed to make it easier for me if it didn't happen.
Well, I think I've decided from now on that I'm not going to think that way anymore. Because really, I was still disappointed that it didn't sprout even after all that supposed mental preparation. All it did was give me a supposed sense of justification about it - I never expected it to anyway.