As I was actually writing down the words "expectation drives belief" I looked out my window and I witnessed the two "neighborhood" eagles soaring in the sky. They must have a nest nearby because I see them often. Everytime it gives me a moment of pause. And this time it did the same. I have come to expect to see them often and after a moment I return to my journal. I continue writing...."I expected to have this life I live, I have always believed it would be so, yet I am