I was sitting in Babka yesterday and I got an unexpected phone call from a friend who was calling just to say hello.
That sense that someone out there is thinking about me and is able to find a window amongst the drama of life to call and say “Hey!” ...it’s so simple, but surprisingly rare.
I suppose, to me, that is the feeling of friendship. Of community.
Our conversation helped remind me of something very important that I know…but had forgotten.
This daily practice of writing to myself is the foundation of my commitment to myself and all the things I want to do to make the world a better place.
I’d been seeing it as ‘in the way’. The questions is, if I stopped getting up early and writing this letter would I be more or less likely to get all the other things I want to do done? Of course not. It’s a false economy. I’d find it harder to get up and get into the day.
Writing this letter is an expression of the promise I have made to myself to get things done, not something that stops me from getting them done.
A well-timed phone call indeed.
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