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Day 3 – Goodbye Belgium, Hello Again Netherlands

We started Day 3 in Bruges, Belgium. We stayed in a very nice hotel just a few streets away from the main square. So this morning we woke up and journeyed our way to Otto Waffle Atelier – apparently the best waffles in Belgium.

They are not your traditional waffles, but made from oats so they are not too sweet. Well, I like sweet waffles so mine had ice cream on it. Well, we were afraid the place was closed because last night it said it wasn’t open on Tuesday, but we went anyways. An hour early and waited. (Well, we shopped at a chocolate place nearby while we waited.)

It was worth the wait because we were the first people served. We got our hot chocolates, teas and cappuccino’s and savored the various types of waffles. My sisters put fruit on their’s…whatever. Chocolate and ice cream is much better.

No one complained and no one left a crumb.

They were each delicious.

After our waffle we got into our car and headed north, crossing back into the Netherlands.

I planned on going to one city, then decided last night to tour a castle near our next stopping point of Utrecht instead.

Kasteel de Haar is a lavish castle built by a baron and baroness years ago and it far exceeded even royalties standards of opulence. Through the years they have expanded the castle into what is seen today. It’s not the biggest castle in the Netherlands, but it is the most fairytale like.

The castle had a drawbridge and moat, and typical rock walls, but the inside was not like castles from centuries ago. Some rooms looked like something from the 80s with its decor, making it feel homey and not stuffy or castle like.

Many famous people have stayed at the castle from Gregory Peck, Joan Collins and other rich and famous celebrities. From the photos displayed with costume parties and game nights this group of people looked like they were a lot of fun.

I guess like my group of people.

We enjoyed lunch outside the castle and then headed to our next stop, Utrecht….which I now regret.

I do a lot of research when planning these trips and Utrecht was always listed as a great city to visit. Well, it’s a big city with lots of bikes…I mean a lot of bikes. Too many bikes.

We tried to journey back to Utrecht later in the evening to walk around the squares, canals and quiet old streets…still too many bikes. I swear, this town has more people riding bikes than they do cars. And driving down roads with dozens of people riding their bikes beside me caused me to almost have a nervous breakdown. Many roads were closed due to their national holiday tomorrow…but it was the endless amount of bikes that rattled my core.

We drove around and my sister finally said, let’s get out of here. And I was relieved. We drove around the outskirts of the town and stopped at a few places before heading back to our hotel for supper. Many restaurants were already closed at 8, due to either closing early or the holiday. Either way we each had a delicious meal and then returned back to our hotel room for some Belgium chocolate.

I had to get rid of the onion taste and chocolate was a better option than toothpaste.

All in all, it was a good day. Even though I was twitching at the traffic and bikes in Utrecht the waffles and chocolates from Belgium will be my drug of choice from now on.

Peace

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Day 2 – Bruges, Belgium – Chocolate, Waffles and Beauty

We left Leiden this morning and headed south to Belgium. We had a few hiccups trying to find some place to eat but after an hour we finally found a restaurant open. It seems that many restaurants are closed on mondays because they are open during the weekend?

I guess people don’t eat out on mondays in some parts of the country.

Well, after we ate lunch we left The Netherlands and made our way to the city of Bruges. Sadly, we had another hiccup when a road was closed for construction (a road that has been closed for 2 years) and no matter how we went through the old, narrow streets we kept ending up at the same spot. Do I started driving around the city hoping the GPS would figure out how to go from the other side.

I accidentally drove down one lane roads, do not enter parts of town, and at one time I think I was on a bike path and quickly corrected myself when I discovered it.

At one point the street suddenly ended and turned to a doorway corridor for walkers…yeah, it wasn’t really a street I was driving down. So I had to drive through the non drivable street back to get to a drivable street. Even the GPS kept telling me to turn right or do a U turn which I’m not sure is even legal here. So I never did a U turn.

I bet the people were thinking, tourists.

But then tonight as we were walking around the quiet town I realized everyone watching me was probably tourists because we only saw a few people walking the once bustling streets. That’s why no one was telling me to stop. Because they didn’t know either.

Well, we eventually found our way to our Hotel. We walked through the squares, took a boat ride around the city on their canal systems, and then discovered what Belgium was known for.

We were told about the best chocolate place, The Chocolate Line. So of course we had to go. And we bought some chocolate. It was chilly outside so we went next door to Le Pain and got a Belgium hot chocolate to drink.

The hard chocolate was good and the hot chocolate was refreshing. We shopped a little and started making our way to the supposed best waffle place in Belgium.

We hopped into a store and found out the waffle place was actually next door and the people were raving how great it was, “We just left there. It was so good.”

We walked over after checking out only to find Otto closed.

So tomorrow before we leave the town we are heading there for our breakfast. It’s only an 8 minute walk from our hotel. I guess we will manage the long trek on empty stomachs. Or I guess I can snack on some of my uneaten chocolate as we head that way like a protein bar.

Some of my chocolate has nuts in it, so that would work. Eating chocolate to keep my strength up.

So Belgium has been a great place to visit. We are only staying for one day, but I’m not sure my pants size could handle a few days here. Good thing I packed my baggy pants for occasions such as this.

So even though we had a few hiccups along the way, we had a great time making memories. I’m even getting to sleep in a bunk bed with my sister below. Didn’t think I would be doing that at 40.

May you try to smile and laugh at the hiccups in your own life. Life is too “sweet” not to try and laugh about them. Even dark chocolate has some sweetness in it.

Peace

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First Stop in The Netherlands

I’m not an easy flier. Which shocks people. I can’t sleep on the red eye flights, every bit of turbulence causes my insides to shake and quickly pray, and I just sit upright for hours with my eyes closed hoping I will drift off to sleep.

Then we land it’s like all of that disappears.

I have said I hate the feeling of uncertainty when I travel right after I land. The uncertainty of how to get to my first hotel, first train station, first car rental place, first whatever.

Well, I didn’t have that fear this time since the car rental place was by the exit of the airport. I love it when the rental stands are on site. So within 60 minutes from landing I had gotten through customs (incredibly quick), gotten our luggage, had my keys in hand and we were heading to the parking lot.

People often ask how is traveling in Europe? When you have GPS it is much, much easier.

I purchased a GPS Europe map chip years ago when I drove through northern France that I now always take with me, but thankfully the SUV we have for 5 days has a navigation system programmed automatically. The hardest part was funding the English settings button in Dutch, but that only took 2 minutes.

So, the four of us set of for our first destination. Zaanse Schans.

This little community is a tourist hotspot of stepping back into the quintessential Dutch community with century’s old windmills still working, a cheese store with old world demonstrations and dozens of cheese tastings (my sisters enjoy cheese so they were trying the goat cheese with lavender, the Gouda, the coconut, the honey, pick a spice or flavor and they had something close to try), a wooden shoes store where they are still made, and a bakery where my sister broke down and got a delicious sweet waffle.

It truly was the best waffle I had ever eaten with my one little bite.

When we were walking through this little village community I kept thinking, “You won’t see this in Kentucky.”

And that is the beautiful thing about traveling. Seeing new places that you only witnessed on the Amazing Race or other travel shows or magazines before. Getting lost in the language. I would walk past families taking photos and have no clue what they were saying, but at the same time, I knew what they were saying, “Move in together, I can’t get all of you in the picture.”

It’s funny. That even though we have language barriers, cultural differences, political biases, we are still the same. Just people standing back and feeling amazed at what they are seeing.

It’s like we are on some kind of common ground when you meet other travelers. I’ve been planning – they’ve been planning. I’ve been researching – they’ve been researching. It really is something to consider that out of all the places in the world, I’m at the exact spot at the same time as thousands of other people who were thinking and imagining the same thing just a day before.

It’s just baffling. You may not think so, but with the billions of people in the world, and the millions of places you can go, we ended up at the same spot staring at the same windmill from the 1600s.

The more I travel, the more I see we are so closely connected.

God may have separated us after the Tower of Babel, but He didn’t do it to smite us or to keep us from loving one another. He has His reasons. But now, thousands of years later with translation apps on our phones we can communicate easily with most people. And I hope that causes Him to smile.

Smile that His children are finding pleasure in the beauty He planted in someone’s mind.

Smile that friendliness is shown to someone by stopping and taking a picture so the entire family can share in the same moment.

Smile at our smiles.

Yeah…I think God likes it when travel. Because it reminds us of how He was in all of these little details long before anyone ever thought of a windmill.

Even in the little windmill community north of Amsterdam – Zaanse Schans.

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Packing…Why Worry

I spent the evening packing and getting ready for my upcoming trip. (If you want to join along, I will post often of the highlights).

Counting my socks. Packing a couple extra pairs in case it rains. Stuffing multiple sweaters, long sleeved shirts and polos into a carryon suitcase. It seems I pack two weeks worth of cloths just in case.

Yet, I also tell myself if I need something I’ll buy it over there. So I basically do both. I pack a lot and then I bring home extras.

As I’m laying in bed doing a mental checklist of things scrunched into my bags, I can’t help but smile at the good fortune I am blessed with. Blessed beyond measure that I have too many clothes to pack.

When there are people with only the clothes they have on with no extra pairs of socks in case it rains.

How humbling. How spoiled I have become.

I am so blessed.

In a world where war and fighting is a daily grind, where modern day slavery can be hidden behind our neighbors picket fence, where cancer stalks the assumed healthy, and starvation kills thousands of innocent people daily.

It makes my worrisome attitude toward packing seem so minuscule.

If I forget my razor, oh well. I can buy one. It’s not life or death. If I need an umbrella, I should enjoy the spring shower. Some people are praying for the rain. If I get lost, enjoy the detour. Many people don’t have a home or hotel to rest in.

My measly problems shouldn’t even be worried about. Because everything I’m considering can be easily fixed or corrected.

I wish I could say the same for my friends son waiting on test results. Or the single parents working multiple jobs to keep their children fed and warm.

May we all see the forgotten blessings we tend to overlook. May we also see our molehill problems as just that, molehills. May we open our hearts and our eyes to see beyond ourselves. And may we give of ourselves to those that need a little help.

Peace

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Goodbye Tax Season, Hello Future

April 18th ended another fast paced, long hours, high stress tax season. And now it’s time to take time and enjoy the rest of the year.

One of the best surprises I had was a text from a friend saturday who wanted to meet about writing. I was surprised by the text, but was quickly rejuvenated. There is something special when sitting down with another writer.

It’s freeing. It’s comforting. It’s exciting.

It’s the feeling that I’m not strange. There are other people like me in the world.

We started talking and I quickly saw her light up when telling her writing journey. I don’t see that look often, but it’s the look of endless possibilities. It’s the look that even though this sounds crazy, it is happening.

It’s the look of seeing someone realize that God is moving.

I love that look on people.

The look when they feel scared, but know that staying where they are isn’t good enough anymore.

It’s the look that they know following God doesn’t equate to easiness, but it’s guarantees closeness with Him. It’s the look that says loudly, “This is my time.”

I love hearing peoples stories. I think I can sit down for hours and get lost in time as they tell me their journey. Their ups and downs. Theirs strengths and weaknesses. What led them to where we are now.

And the interesting thing is, we all have a story.

We all have a story to tell in this grand epic of life.

I cannot wait to hear more and see what is going to happen with my friend. Because I believe with unwavering certainty that she has an incredible story to tell.

So, what is your story?

What is your passion?

What is your talent?

We all have one. And it’s time to share it. It’s time to show it. It’s time to do it.

So often we find ourselves in false humility. Where we think we are humble by saying we are not worthy, not good enough, not skilled enough. But those lies are no benefit to anyone.

You may think it’s humility, but it’s only damaging yourself and the sphere of influence around you.

People need to see your gifts!

They need to see your actions!

They need you to step out and move, because the time is now!

It’s not arrogant to say God has blessed you. Because you’re not claiming anything except praising God for His blessings.

It’s not proud to say God has gifted you. Because you are using what God has gifted you to use! He gifted you with that special ability for a specific purpose.

If you don’t use what you have been gifted with for the world to see, that is very selfish. It’s not flashy to show the world what God has given you. It’s only flashy when you do it for self recognition. But if you point to Him with your gifts I think He smiles.

I think He is pleased.

So, let this be our time to show the world what God has given us. And it may cause other people to find what God gave them to share with others.

Now. Is. The. Time.

Better late than never.

Peace

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Palm – Revisited from April 2019

Palm Sunday. Can you picture Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a donkey and a colt? Do you see the crowds praising him, following him, adoring him, “Hosanna to the Son of David! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest heavens!”

As Jesus rode into town the people waved their palm branches as a sign of victory. To give honor to Jesus. To announce that he was something special.

How often do we wave our own symbolic palm branches at church on Sunday’s? Singing our songs of praise, just as they did.

How often do we shout praises to God when life is going good? Telling others how good God is. How powerful He is. We bless Him because we have our economic security. We praise Him for the gratuities we receive through family, friends, health and possessions. We adore Him because life is just so good!

But it took less than a week for these same people to throw their palm branches down. To silent their praises. Instead of waving their branches, they raised their fists in anger.

Instead of crying “Hosanna!” They screamed “Crucify!”

Instead of adoring Christ as a hero, they denounced him as a common criminal.

How quickly things can change in one week. How quickly people can turn.

How quickly we too can turn.

We go to church singing praises to God and yet sometimes minutes later disrespect His child who waits on you at lunch. It’s often said that restaurants hate the Sunday crowds, not because we are kind and loving, but because we act entitled and hypocritical.

How sad how quickly we lay our palm branches down from announcing “Hosanna” from our pews to picking up the soldiers hammer in the church parking lot.

But in hurting those around us, we not only hurt them, but we hurt God. He sees all we do. He sees how we treat one another with negative Facebook posts, disgruntled road rage, rude comments in the grocery line, backstabbing at work, and backhanded comments to our loved ones.

How quickly we all lay down our palm branches and pick up the crucifying hammer to pierce Christ’s palm with the nails.

You may think you haven’t swung the hammer. You may say you are blameless from striking the nail through His hand. You may think, but we often think wrong.

We all have held the hammer. It’s just sad how often we grasp the hammer and slam the nail. We love God when life is great but curse Him when life gets rocky. As if God is only God during the good moments of life.

We need to praise Him in all circumstances.

It’s during the hard moments when we need to praise Him more. Not to change our circumstances as if thinking, “If I sing this song, God you will change this in my life.”

No, it’s more like, “I will praise my God because He is worthy to be praised. I may have hit rock bottom, but God is still God of my highs and my lows. He is with me on my mountaintop and He is beside me in the valley. He is my healer when I am healthy and He is my comforter when I am sick. He is my sustainer when I have plenty and He is my provider when I have nothing. He is my all in my all and He is my all in my nothing.”

May we wave our palm branches in all circumstances, all trials, all over comings, all difficulties, all pleasantries, all blessings, all curses, all good times, all bad times, all seasons of growth, all periods of drought, at signs of life and at moments of death.

He deserves praise at all times.

We all mess up. When you throw your branches down to pick up the hammer to pierce His palm, you can lay down your hammer as well and pickup the palm branches.

It’s your choice how you want to live and be remembered. A palm is in both.

Peace

May you have a blessed Palm Sunday.

More High Moments – Blessed

This morning I had a surprise visit from a client dropping off some additional tax documents. He said, “It’s Friday,” with a big smile.

I smiled back and said, “Well, this time of year fridays are just another reminder of another day to work tomorrow.”

He said, “You can’t look at life that way,” with wisdom behind his smile.

And he is so right. Life is precious. Life is good. Time is short and you better enjoy it.

“Well, after tax season I travel and I find things to enjoy,” I answered.

He beamed. “That is good.”

That little conversation meant a lot. He may have been thinking he was just bringing in a few pieces of paper, but his outlook was refreshing.

I worked a little while longer and then went to lunch which I spend with my parents who live near my work. As I was at their house another client texts me.

“Are you at work? I have something to drop off.”

I thought it was more tax documents so they said they would just drop it off while I was gone.

I returned to my office to find a bag from Popeye’s. I text my high school guys group a lot about the fast food places I eat and a common one that is just up the street from my work is Popeye’s. So I eat there a couple of times a week. Well, one of my guys was talking to his parents a while back about my love of Popeye’s and they remembered.

So I had a box full of biscuits with chicken strips and mashed potatoes. Delicious.

It is not the gift that warmed my heart (which the biscuits did…so good) but it’s the relationship I have built with them. I see them at church, I see them at work. Hopefully they see the same person in both settings. It’s interesting what my guys tells their parents about me…even if it’s my love of Popeye’s.

But they didn’t have to remember it. But that small gesture meant so much to me.

I went back to work and I was told a client was at the door. They were dropping off a few additional tax documents with a tray of homemade brownies underneath.

I was stuffed from lunch and biscuits, but I had to eat a brownie. It was a sacrifice I just had to make.

Once again, this post is not to brag about the many blessings I have received this week. But I have been blessed so much. And for that I am truly thankful.

But it is to remind all of us that the simple acts of kindness we show are so important. You may not know what is going on in someone’s life, but your kind words could just change their mood and day. A box of biscuits that are slathered in butter was also covered in love. A pan of brownies iced in chocolate is also smothered in grace and compassion.

So to everyone who has been kind, generous, compassionate, merciful, loving, patient, faithful, warm, encouraging, caring…the world thanks you. Even if you don’t get a thank you from the world, it does not go overlooked.

So keep shining your light. The world needs to see it. Now more than ever.

Peace

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The “Sugary” Highs of Tax Season

Well, a few days I was having a little meltdown with my heart-stopping low of mistaking a fraudulent treat for a cookie cake after a rough few weeks of work.

It may be a minor snowflake in the grand scheme of things, but at the moment it felt like a Himalayan avalanche.

Well, it is interesting the uplifting words and actions that come out of valley moments.

The next day I was approached by multiple people about my blog post. Many laughed along with me at the emotional plummet and could relate. I laughed and realized it was silly to be so disheartened for such a silly reason. After all, I had a chocolate cake-like treat to savor my longing of my sweet-tooth. It did taste good.

Well that evening I was surprised with a few cookies from my sister to cheer me up.

The next day I was surprised by a friend and co-worker with a cookie cake that everyone at work devoured.

The next day another friend and co-worker brought in donuts. (Not sure if it was for me, but I’m saying it was).

And now today I was once again surprised by a friend and client who dropped off a box (which I thought at first was filled with tax papers) but it was a cookie cake.

I went from feeling mentally drained and crushed Saturday night to now feeling stuffed, sugar-highed, blessed and incredibly joyous with not just the cookies over the past few days, but knowing I have people who would do something as silly as making or buying me goodies to make me smile.

The cookies were delicious, but the best part is the well meaning thoughts and actions by those who went out of their way to show I am loved and as one cake said, “hang in there.”

So, I will hang in there for another few weeks.

As my days turn longer and the files in my office multiple like rabbits outside my window in the springtime, I will remember to hang in there.

I will remember that I am loved.

I will remember that I am thought of and cared for.

I will remember that at the end of the day, relationships matter more than deadlines and schedules.

I will remember life is short and to take some time to enjoy the sweet things in life.

I will remember that it’s okay to want a little cookie cake. And I will remember to share it with others. Because who seriously can eat an entire cookie cake alone? There may be someone else needing a little pick me up too.

So thank you to everyone who has encouraged me over the last few days. And thank you for the cookie cakes…you know who you are!

I just wish one of you could have had a piece and enjoyed it. But if you want to watch me eat it so you can pretend you are eating it, I will send you a video. Thanks again.

May we all come to know that when you have a meltdown, you are not alone. There are many people who are there to love you…and laugh with you when you start laughing as well.

Peace and God bless

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Use What You’ve Been Given…Only?

“For as in one body we have many members, and the members do not all have the same function, so we, though many, are one body in Christ, and individually members one of another. Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them: if prophecy, in proportion to our faith; if service, in our serving; the one who teaches, in his teaching; the one who exhorts, in his exhortation; the one who contributes, in generosity; the one who leads, with zeal; the one who does acts of mercy, with cheerfulness.”
‭‭Romans‬ ‭12:4-8‬ ‭ESV‬‬

I was thinking awhile back about spiritual gifts (the special gifts given to followers of Christ). There are so many gifts and each one has a uniquely special purpose. One gift is not better than the other. Just as one part of the body is not better than another. They each serve a specific, meaningful purpose.

I know it is incredibly beneficial for the Church for you to use your gifts. But is it damaging to try to use a gift you were not given?

For example, the gift of administration isn’t something that is glamorized in the church. They work behind the scenes. They keep things flowing. They keep things in check and in balance. When someone uses their gift of administration it can almost be overlooked how useful their gift is because everything is running smoothly.

But walk into a situation when someone is running the show that doesn’t have this gift and you can see the ramifications like a falling house of cards. You can see the chaos. You can feel the tension of uneasiness. You can quickly determine the person in charge needs someone with the gift of administration to be their wingman.

It is like in the business world. You wouldn’t trust someone who can’t balance their personal checking account to handle your businesses financials. Would you? Would you give someone your calendar to handle your appointments who is always late? Would you trust someone who always loses their glasses or car keys to keep track of employees and deadlines?

Most likely not.

People are gifted in different areas. So, should an unorganized person be in charge of organizing?

The same can be said for people who greet or welcome people. Do you want someone who lacks the gift of hospitality to open the doors? A warm smile and friendly word is so important with first impressions. But if the first impression the Church gives off isn’t a good one, is that person helping or hurting by filling a hole?

Or would it be better to have a hole until the right person with the right gift can fill it?

What about the gift of teaching? Churches are always looking for people to teach classes. Some people have the gift of compassion and service that can be used in these situations, but if they don’t have the gift of teaching, should they teach? They can love and encourage kids and students in this arena, but if they don’t have the gift of teaching is it best to let someone else do the teaching? Can a bad teacher do more harm than good?

I’ve had teachers that I remember in my past that still give me a bad taste with things they said or how they taught. Their lives didn’t reflect what they were teaching. All they did was read a few verses the night before and rotely recite the lesson like a computerized machine.

We need to use the spiritual gifts we’ve been given and flourish them. Enhance them. Cherish them. Use them. And improve them.

But should someone who doesn’t have the gift of tongues, try to get it? Should someone who doesn’t have the gift of prophecy work at learning it? Should someone who doesn’t have the gift of preaching, share the message in front of the masses? Should someone who doesn’t have the gift of mercy or compassion, have their mission field in the hospitals?

When we try to use gifts we want to have and push aside the gifts we do have, wouldn’t that hinder the Church – Christ bride – Christ love.

How do you think God feels when we don’t cherish the gifts He has given us? Gifts He chose for us to have.

God doesn’t see one gift more special than another. God sees each gift as a way to share His love.

May we also be like Him and not see one gift better than another. And then maybe we will start to see what we have. We may really start to see them as a Gift.

So, go and use what you have. He’s chosen you to have it for a reason.

It’s time to start reaching your potential. And He sees your potential. And He’s waiting for you to see it in yourself.

So love the gift He’s given you. And stop trying to attain a gift He hasn’t. And may we learn that difference. Once we do then unbelievable, supernatural things can happen. Revival can be ignited when we allow the Spirit to use us the way the Spirit wants to use us.

Not the way we want to be used.

Peace

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Treat Myself – The Lows of Tax Season

It’s been a hard few weeks. Tax season is stressful and it seems it is more stressful than normal. My work is down a few employees from last year, but our clients have increased. Fewer people but more work isn’t a good equation.

Job security, I guess.

Tonight after I got off work and headed home I stopped at the grocery. I know it isn’t healthy, but I was going to treat myself to some ice cream. But as I walked through the sliding glass doors, it was like the bakery goods were singing my name.

So I followed in my sleepy eye state.

My eyes widened, my stomach yearned, my heart was immediately filled with the love of my life. A cookie cake.

I thought about checking out, but thought, I came for ice cream and ice cream is what I’m going to get also. So I grabbed a pint of peanut butter nugget ice cream in one hand and the cookie cake in the other.

I know food and possessions don’t buy happiness…but this bought me something really close to it. Maybe giddiness.

Is giddiness masculine? Nah. So maybe it caused me to enter into a state of bliss. Sweet bliss. Sugar, sweet, icing covered bliss.

Don’t we all need to treat ourselves some days?

I am a Parks and Recreation fan and the episodes with Tom and Donna “Treat yo self” are one of my favs for the show.

So I did it. As small as it may be, I treated myself after a chaotic week of long nights and high stress.

Maybe the extra sugar will help me sleep well tonight to wake up, go to church and then head back to work until the early evening tomorrow.

But like life, it sometimes throws a curve.

My cookie cake wasn’t a cookie…it was a thin chocolate cake.

My heart literally dropped.

It was still tasty, but I have to admit, my bubble popped when I started cutting and I didn’t feel a crunch of a cookie, but the airiness of a cake.

Isn’t that pathetic? My state of sweet bliss went into a recession of uh-oh.

Yes, I shouldn’t complain. I still got to eat something sugary. I got my ice cream.

But deep down, I wanted a cookie cake.

But tomorrow is going to be another day. Tomorrow will be better. And if it isn’t….I’ll eat another couple of slices of my thin chocolate cake when I get home tomorrow night…maybe until I succumb to a sugar overdose. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.

Peace friends.

And I saw the sticker on the plastic lid that said Brownie Company, but the bottom sticker on the price tag said cookie cake. Nowhere did it say chocolate cake.

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