Just in the last 24 hours, I've had amazing ice cream sundaes with my book club, where we mostly encouraged each other after attempting to read Bill Bryson's In a Sunburned Country. We heard about the ups and downs we've experienced since our holiday party, and it was great to be a part of each other's lives for a couple of hours (even if I did get lost driving there, and then set off the panic alarm of my car when I tried to shove the door shut with the seat belt in it, then couldn't find my keys in my purse with my glove on, honking into someone's window for a good 5 minutes around 7 pm.)
This morning I indulged in a bagel brunch with a school teacher friend, who also doesn't have to teach on MLK day. Although we both had work we probably should have been doing, we decided to put a little stress relief and camaraderie before lesson plans and grading. After that, a friend who'd listened to my woes the night before over ice cream brought me amazing homemade thai coconut chicken soup (possibly one of the most perfect foods on earth). Slurping up the spicy broth I realized: this is too good to forget. Which made me want to take better care of writing down what else is too good to forget, and start this blog.
I'm afraid that it feels trite to write something this simple: seeing my friends and eating good food has given me a better outlook on life -- but it has, for now. And can be repeated, as necessary. What a gift.
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