I often begrudge the fact that I wait until the very end of the day to write a blog post. What if the best thing happens at 7am! Shouldn't I just write my blog and be done with it?
But there's that voice that says: what if the best is yet to come?
Today, I wanted to write my post early. I wanted to leave work, go to the gym, "be productive," and go to bed at a reasonable hour. On my walk home from work, I was thinking about the blog that I would write. It could be about my Writing Workshop news (p.s., I've been upgraded to co-organizer and will be hosting a brand new section of the writing group. I'm FREAKING OUT, but excited), or I could post a picture of the snow as I walked home because it forced me to stop and say, "Wow. This street looks really beautiful," or the fact that bless the heavens: I worked a solid 6 hours on one project today at work with no distractions! (My ability to remain focused sometimes wanes.)
But before I could write that blog, I --well-- got distracted, by needing to clean my car of its accumulated snow, and then I went to the gym, and behold: this is the first time I've had a moment to sit and reflect. Because something marvelous happened.
One of my friends texted me this afternoon asking if I was free this evening to hang out. We've been talking about getting together for months, but it hasn't happened. I don't think we've had more than five minutes together since before she got married, and that was in December. (Come to think of it, I'm not sure if we've hung out since I returned from Greece...) The point is: we were long overdue.
I technically have a list a mile long of things I needed to do, and I'd planned to play catch up, or at least go to bed early, but I pushed my lists aside and told Berit to come over to my house, I'll experimentally cook something, and we can catch up.
It was the BEST evening, and such a blessed way to end my work week. She is one of the most beautiful people --inside and out-- that I know, so spending time with her is always a wonderful, life-giving experience. But another cool part of this evening was the fact that I finally got to share my newfound interest in cooking with someone else!
1. I warned her ahead of time
2. It took 2.5 hours before there was something to eat... and considering she arrived at 8pm meant that it was a late "dinner."
3. She was a great sport despite how it came out
Tonight I attempted sweet potato muffins. I'm 100% certain that the person who uploaded a photo to go with this recipe did NOT use his own recipe to create what's in the photo. Or if he did, I did something wildly and horribly wrong.
(That's not completely out of the realm of possibility, considering I used a one-cup smoothie maker to blend a sweet potato, and it did not go well. I also substituted Barley Malt Syrup for Maple Syrup. And steel cut oats instead of regular oats. But still. The differences in appearance were extreme.)
I'd show you the comparison, but surprisingly we ate them all(!) before I thought about taking a photo. Clearly, desperation breeds hunger. Or maybe hunger breeds hunger. Either way, we ate them and were satisfied!
The take home message, though, was that it was a joy to be able to invite someone into my home, prepare something from scratch, and provide for them beyond just finger foods and wine glasses. The kitchen, and the table, are breeding grounds for hearts to be shared as well as bread.
(OH BREAD! That was the other thing I was going to write about as my joyful moment! Someone I met today (in my office building) bakes his own bread, from scratch, without sugar, and has offered to give me a loaf on Monday! It was in exchange for some sweet potato muffins. I may have to rethink the bargain.)
In any case, it was a wonderful evening, albeit I did not get to bed early or get to cross things off of a list. But rarely do we put the most important things in life on our lists: time to enjoy the company of others, time to experiment with food, time to be fully present. If it was on the list, it would have been forced. It would have had an agenda. It wouldn't have been what it should be.
So, I'm glad I abandoned the list tonight for something greater than Netflix or Facebook browsing. I'm glad I went back to the basics.