Yesterday we had friends over for brunch. I made homemade donuts for dessert. We dipped the bite sized bliss into chocolate ganache, toasted almonds and raspberry puree. For me it was heaven; the donuts, the dark coffee and chatting with friends while the little ones ran in and out from under the canopy of the elm tree - its long branches reaching down to the ground like a grandfather’s loving and protective arms.
I realized I could be quite content making donuts for my friends every day, especially Doug. He seemed to love them. What could possibly be wrong with doing what we love each day even if it’s a simple and small act of making donuts? What could possibly go wrong with dedicating your day to joy?
Making donuts for Doug doesn’t solve world hunger nor does it make a massive contribution to mankind. But in a microcosmic way, doing what you love everyday for the sake of nothing more than the joy and the creative endevor, tips our lives towards the light. And that seemingly small personal adjustment does impact the collective; shinier, happier people out on the road of life.
Furthermore, isn’t it when we dwell here – I’m in my blissful donut making state of mind – that the other pieces of life’s puzzle such as financial stability and success sort themselves out? Don’t those larger pieces come together as a natural consequence of devoting your day to doing what you love?
Carrie
