Today is Five Minute Friday, with a nod to The Gypsy Mama, and here what she has to say today:
That’s what we do around here on Fridays. We eat words. Straight up. Without second guessing, editing, or critisizing them. We simply savor all their deliciousness. For a full five minutes. You should try it. It’s a calorie-rich experience sans calories.
Wanna just write? Without wondering if it’s just right?
Indulge in five rich, delicious minutes of pure writing.
Tell your readers you’re linking up here and invite them to dig in too.
And most importantly, go visit, read, and compliment the five minute chef who served something up right before you.
Easy peasy.
So let’s get to it!
Every Day…
If we are not careful, every day can just blend into another boring, meaningless twenty-four hours, but Friday…
Friday glides up to my morning window like a car hop from the old-fashioned drive-in, full of sunny smiles and holding a menu that offers mouth-watering goodness.
“Hello, ma’am. How would you like your day today?” she asks with a lilting voice. “Would you prefer a mug of sparkling frosty root beer with that soft foam on top that melts in your mouth, or would you prefer a triple scoop mega chocolate ice cream sundae with fudge sauce and whipped cream?”
Oooh. Tough choice.
However, no matter what I order, there are occasions that I don’t receive quite what I requested. Some days, my root beer is more flat than bubbly, and my ice cream tastes more like “too long in the freezer” than supremely decadent chocolate.
And actually, that is ok. It is those times where I am challenged to appreciate my day, when I don’t necessarily get what I asked for, that invite me to look for the blessings in my life.
It reminds me that with a shift in perspective, sometimes accompanied with a grinding of gears, I can see clearly…
That life is good.
Everyday.
Besides, the next time the waitress brings my sweet treat, I will be so very grateful, and savor each and every bit. Mmmmmm….
A disclaimer: I broke the rules. I took more than 5 minutes. I edited. I ask forgiveness. And for chocolate.
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