I was supposed to write a post today. I know that because that’s what I do. I write posts. And just so we’re clear, today isn’t actually today, but yesterday.
You see, I write my posts at a bare minimum of a day in advance. Sometimes even a week in advance depending on how involved the post is. Today’s post, which is Tuesday’s post is actually written by me on Monday. But I thought I’d get a jump start on it tonight. Which happens to actually be last Saturday night.
Good. That’s what I’m here for.
The point is, it’s Saturday night, I’ve just arrived home from a Christmas party at my sister’s house and instead of going to bed I’ve decided I’d better try and get next Tuesday’s post written because I think I might be busy on Monday, which is the day I would normally write today’s (Tuesday’s) post.
As I sat down to start writing the post (on how to make a certain type of Gingerbread man), I realized I wasn’t going to do a very good job of it. Mainly because I don’t feel like writing a post. I just got home from a party for God’s sake, it’s 1:00 in the morning and I’m COMPLETELY full of Ruffles and dip and shrimp cocktail. Plus there’s a book upstairs calling my name. My book calls me Sweet Pea. I like that. I think it’s cute.
So, after some consideration I decided I just couldn’t write a post tonight and I’d have to write it on Monday. I’d have to forget about doing what I was hoping to do on Monday (which is yesterday to you, but not for 2 days yet while I write this).
But I can’t. I can’t put off what I wanted to do on Monday because it’s … well … it’s just more important than writing a post.
I have a friend who I’d really like to do a favour for. Something that will make her happy and she happens to be in need of a little happy right now.
I went back and forth on whether or not to do this Christmas surprise favour, because of work. I didn’t want to miss a day’s work. I didn’t want to disappoint everyone who was expecting a post from me.
And then I snapped out of it. This is what Christmas is all about. As much as I love it all, Christmas isn’t about Gingerbread Men or Salted Christmas trees or making the perfect wreath.
It’s about helping people. Making them smile. Doing what you can, whatever that may be.
Most days my goal is to make thousands of you smile. Today, my goal is to get a smile out of only one.