when I expect a year to be good, it’s usually the opposite.
I've learned over the years to
never trust your instincts, because, as you say, usually the opposite is what ends up happening . . . nine out of ten times, if I have a good feeling about something, then usually something will end up happening that'll spoil and ruin the whole thing. This is why I always say it's always better to assume the worst will happen, because if it does, you're not disappointed; it's a lot better than getting your hopes up over something, but then having to face disappointment.
On the other hand, it
is a good feeling when your expectations are low, but then things turn out to be much better than you anticipated - like this September, for example: I was dreading yet another prolonged August spilling into September again, just because that's been the usual story year after year anymore; then it turns out we had the most normal and seasonal September we've had in like nearly a
decade . . . I was thrilled, and I thoroughly enjoyed this month! Now I'm dreading the winter season ahead, because all the meteorologists keep forecasting that not only is La Nina going to bring us an incredibly warm and above average winter this season (hmm, that always seems to be the forecast for El Nino too), but they're also forecasting this could be a rare
snowless winter for much of us - especially the northeast . . . we hardly had any snow accumulation at all last year, which is odd, even for us . . . I'm
still waiting for a nice, big snow, just so I can shoot a snow day short film with Steve that I've had planned since
April of 2019!