On Friday, I did something I almost never do: lost track of time. At the end of the workday, too! I looked at the clock on my computer and it was only 4 minutes till the shuttle left from work to the T station that gets me closest to home. I scrambled to pack up my things, dress for outdoors, and began running down the hall. Then screeeeeeeeech! I realized that, in my now-locked desk drawer, was a giant cookie. I had to go back.
I didn't think I could go back, find the key in my purse, lock everything again, and make the shuttle. So I went back and took my time, took a different shuttle to a different station, and probably added 20 minutes to my commute. 20 minutes out of my evening wasn't such a high price to pay for a giant cookie, when you consider that my big plan for the evening was to eat the cookie.
It was a GIANT cookie.
About Me
- Holly
- I'm 38 years old, and over a decade into a time of serious Waiting. Waiting for everything I'd always hoped I'd have. I've had to let go of some dreams, but instead of losing them, it's looking like God is bringing them back with some other long-forgotten dreams in tow. I'm now in the process of exploring things I'd previously ruled out for myself, and they all involve performance or audience interaction somehow. So it appears I'm a ham. Still waiting, still in process, but becoming ever more hopeful. A Christian looking for God in what's real. Trying to figure stuff out. Let me know if you think I'm onto anything.
4 comments:
I'm picturing this as an old-school Warner Bros cartoon...
People always say, "stop and smell the roses," but roses are boring. "Stop and get the giant cookie" should be the modern equivalent, I think!
was it not stale though?
It WAS stale! GIANT disappointment.
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