So yesterday's post was a bit of a downer, and I kind of regretted writing it as soon as I hit publish. Not because what I said wasn't true, just because I don't really like complaining. I don't like it when other people do it, and I really don't like it when I do it myself. There's a time and a place for a rant, but in general I think it's a bad habit.
After I published that post, I noticed that I was feeling pretty hungry and that low blood sugar may have had more to do with my mood than anything else. Then I kid you not - 15 minutes later, the UPS truck showed up and delivered a box of cookies to me, baked by one of my best and oldest friends in the world. And these weren't just any cookies. These were the cookies I've literally been fantasizing about for the past month (chocolate chip cookies with almost no chocolate chips). I actually think my friend is a little psychic (seriously), and she sensed how badly I wanted exactly this kind of cookie, but was too lazy to bake for myself. And without any prompting, she made and sent a beautiful box of them to me. Isn't that kind of amazing?
Anyway, I think it's ironic, in the best sort of way, that in a blog post in which I was complaining about the way I feel divided between my interpersonal and creative needs, I then received one of the sweetest gifts from a friend I've worked hard to stay in touch with for the last fifteen years. Maybe it's a message from the universe...
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My Books on Amazon:
Waking Lions by Avelet Gundar-Goshen
Never Let Me Go
by Kazuo Ishiguro