When a situation doesn't live up to expectations, a palpable sense of disappointment can reveal how much it mattered to you. By asking myself not only if I'm disappointed, but why, I learn a lot about the direction and intensity of my feelings.
As soon as I've let myself experience and assess disappointment, though, I attempt to move past it. Wallowing won't make it better. So I assume that it either occurred to create a path for something better or I merely accept that it happened and shift my focus to next steps.
Maybe it's a coping mechanism. Perhaps it's the reason that people tend to bestow upon me the "grace under pressure" moniker. I suppose I would rather just recognize and address my disappointment than let it own me. Despite all of this, I still feel it, sometimes rather acutely.
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