I describe myself as a child in the way I experience anticipation, being able to sustain hope for extended periods while waiting for an event. This ability gives me the delight of anticipation, but it also involves a vulnerability that the excitement could be overwhelmed by my own overwhelming expectations.

"I'm a child in that respect: able to live, physically speaking, on a crumb of anticipation for weeks at a time, but always in danger of crushing the waited-for event with the freight of my excessive hope." This quote highlights the delicate balance between hope and fear, showing how hope can be both uplifting and easily shattered by overpossibility.