Disappointment, it's not really a disaster, it's just the steep climb then the plateau on the rollercoaster of life. You're expecting the thrill, the excitement after all the build up, but there's nothing. There's a sinking feeling, yet before the undertow drags you down you have to shake it off, swim out of it fast before disappointment leads to bitterness and regret.
Example: Hubby and I travelled to New York in the wake of Hurricane Sandy, incredulous that the marathon he had trained 10 months for could still be taking place, but reassured by the organisation when we got there. Dressed and ready for a birthday dinner in Sardi's on the Friday night, we swung by the hotel bar for a quick drink with other runners before we went out. Then we heard the news, the marathon was cancelled. The big guy was crushed. Momentarily. As the barman stated in true New York style, "Whadda you gonna do about it?" and poured us a compensatory beer.
Well, shake off the disappointment and look on the bright side, we could drink, we could sightsee, we could shop! We could see a show (never done that before - Nice Work If You Can Get It was a lovely escape, Matthew Broderick brilliant). We could help, where we could, we could talk to New Yorkers, In five visits I've never had so many conversations with these proud city folk. We were disappointed, but not on the scale of returning to a devastated home, that puts things in perspective. The hurricane hit the Caribbean too, Cuba, another one of our favourite places, which doesn't have the infrastructure of New York to deal with the aftermath, nor the huge consumption the great engine of a city creates (which probably contributes in no small part to the global warming that causes more extreme weather patterns) but it does have resilient people. Disappointment's a small thing.