A friend of mine said of a friend of hers never eats any more, because it’s just too much work to make good food. The friend of mine agreed, and I know exactly how she feels. Sometimes things are such a bother, you know?
I can’t tell you how many people have told me that they’re not decorating this year, because it’s just too much work. I understand that, too. I doubt I’d do it if it weren’t for DH; he does most of the work.
As I spent all day making cookie dough yesterday, I was exhausted. We spent hours yesterday and the day before trimming the tree and putting up the last of the Christmas decorations.
After all that work, at the end of the day yesterday I stretched out on our futon and spent five minutes watching the lights twinkle on the tree.
How is it that those five minutes were so wonderful and relaxing and full of warm fuzzies that I thought it was all worth it?
Then there’s Christmas Day dinner. DH and I spend weeks deciding what we’re going to eat, we spend hours shopping and a whole day and a half cooking.
For what? One hour of eating?
And I can definitely say it’s worth it, every second. Nothing tastes better than your own efforts, you know?
Yesterday, when I was showing DH how to make cookies and cookie dough, I told him he had to stir and beat clockwise, and think happy, loving thoughts. When I make cookie dough, I pray for blessings of health, happiness, and prosperity for those who eat them.
He thinks I’m crazy, but cute. I think he did it anyway.
In our society, we’re so hard-pressed to do more, more, more, especially for our careers. Life is so amazingly busy, that we look for ways to save time, ways to be more convenient.
Hard work finished always feels good; hard work yet to be done makes me feel overwhelmed. Sometimes I forget how much joy a dinner can give, how much love a cookie can spread, and how warm a Christmas tree can make my heart.