It’s so easy to get caught up in the trivialities of every day life. To be upset when the bottom rips out of the garbage bag. To want to scream at the slow moving driver in front of you. To snap at your husband because you can’t be angry at the people who really deserve your wrath.
But you know what? None of that stuff matters. None of it.
This life you have? The one that frustrates you so badly you want to scream and stomp your feet? It could all be gone tomorrow.
I just read a post by a woman I don’t know. A blog I’ve never visited before. She wrote to tell us that her husband, the love of her life, died unexpectedly. Earlier that very same day, she had posted about a happy evening spent eating ice cream for dinner. Can you imagine her heartbreak? I can’t. I don’t want to.
Tomorrow, I’m going to make a real effort to be truly present. I’m going to hug my baby a little more than strictly necessary, kiss my husband a little more deeply than usual and give my pets a few extra pats. I’m even going to smile while writing those dang direct mail letters.
This is my life, and I’m lucky to have it. I hope I get to keep it—and the people in it (including you, dear reader)—for a good long time to come.
Now, won’t you go give The Good Cook some love?