But I can focus on one happy moment this week.
What was it?
Fudge.And is it sad that this one happy moment for me revolves around food? I will explain.
Fudge is one of those things that I am not real thrilled about. Unless it is GOOD fudge. I have had okay fudge more often than not. For me, okay fudge is not worth eating.
But GOOD fudge is different. Good fudge is hard to find. Good fudge is totally worth eating. But I can't tell you the last time I found good fudge. So it is just one of those things that is 'eh, no biggie'.
So then this week, right about mid week, when the stress is worst, my happy moment happens. It's late afternoon, I am behind in a custom order, behind in blogs, don't know what's for dinner. In a sour mood. In walks son with the mail.
He pulls from his bag a bill, a bank statement (both quite depressing), junk mail. I am less than thrilled. Then he pulls out a box. 'A box?' I say. hmmmm
My friend had done what I asked her not to. She sent me fudge from the best fudge place (she told me it was THE best). I thought I had her convinced that I didn't need it, it would just interfere with my goals to slim down, that she didn't have to spend the money to do that. I quickly forgot about our conversation, and just assumed she had too. But she didn't.
After my initial reaction of 'oh no fudge', it changed to 'that is SO nice, she sent me fudge!' 'She didn't have to do that!' How thoughtful, how sweet it was of her to take the time, trouble, and spend the money, to send me fudge all the way from New Jersey. It has been a long time since a friend of mine made me feel so special.
And then I tasted the fudge. Out of my mouth came;
'Oh my....that is some GOOD fudge!!'
Now I was just plain happy. Conclusion:
Some REALLY GOOD fudge (from a wonderful friend)
+ a nice cup of tea = a much needed happy moment.
Thank you Heather V.H. I owe you one.