Piece of Cake

I’ve been having the hardest time forcing myself to write. It seems like such a difficult task and there are so many distractions. But I hate to see my blog languishing, so I am writing this small thing, whatever it may turn out to be.

Today is one of those days. I can tell already. It will be long and full. I will accomplish many tasks. Then, at the end of the day, when I am tired, I will wonder where the time went and I will feel as though I did nothing. Small, mindless, daily chores are now the stuff of which my life is made. Individually they are meaningless. But so is flour. So is salt. So is sugar. So are all the other ingredients that, if put together properly, make cake. Cake is good. Cake is greater than the sum of its parts. At the end of the day, when I am tired, I will remind myself of that.

Life is cake. 🙂