This morning, I dragged myself into work. I know. Not very inspiring, Susan! Everyone does that on the first day back after a long weekend. True. But the flu fatigue tried to linger. It hung on, an invisible mental and physical fog. I slogged through the morning. My brain, despite many pleadings and Jonathon’s rocket coffee, didn’t stir out of second gear.
“Susan, why don’t you work on this assignment? We need to combine the project file ideas and the electronic version of project documents.”
She might as well have said, “Susan, make a nuclear bomb out of a paper clip, a snail shell and glitter.” Same result. Spin, spin, half-baked ideas, spin, lose train of thought. Wait…squirrel!
At lunch time, I trudged home. Jonathon had bought donuts while I was away. I needed one. So with my lunch of cassoulet, a meager half serving of java and two luscious halves of once-whole donuts (hey, less calories, right?), I fortified myself for the second 4-hour chunk of work. Jonathon and I finished out the lunch hour with a sunny stroll.
But wait. Later on in the afternoon, it got really good.
My boss and I took a brisk walk outside, chatting all the while. The sun warmed our backs. As we marched down Cota, I spotted an old friend of mine from out of town.
“Hey!” I greeted her. I forgot to tell her how great she looked, but we embraced and I introduced my friend to my boss.
This happened again, on the end of our loop. We passed “Better on You,” and glimpsed another gal I knew, this one an artist and fellow writer.
We hugged and I got to catch up with another friend. We walked into the gallery and my supervisor lexplored the paintings, clothing and jewelry. She told me she’d always wanted to go in there.
I can’t believe how much the day improved. I started out with no energy and very low expectations. Now, I can’t stop smiling. I didn’t have to just survive the day; I got surprises. I don’t believe in coincidences. I know Who orchestrated those connections and all I have to say is thank you. Between the sunshine, coffee, donuts and good friends, Jesus made it a pretty good day.