This week brought news that my long standing housing nightmare may soon be at an end. So now that demon called ‘hope’ has raised its ugly head. I find myself ‘hoping’ that things will work out OK despite long experience of knowing that it rarely does. Worse still, hope brings us to our most vulnerable mental state.
After thousands of chess games I came to realise that hope is one of the ultimate destroyers of objectivity, the urge to relax when battle is still joined. So I’m doing my best to be cautious about my hopes, trying to think of things that can go wrong. The odds are that things will be OK, but nothing is over until the fat lady sings.