Friday, October 21, 2016
After that I started to look forward to having a donut in the office on Friday. I tried all different kinds and they were all great. I’d just have one donut and that was enough.
I mentioned how much l liked the office donuts to my husband and I’m sure he had the best of intentions when he brought me two donuts from a local donut shop. They were delicious, but there was a certain pressure to eat them. The next time he brought home three donuts. I spread eating them over a number of days and began to notice something. I had truly looked forward to the one donut at the office, but now having them more often had changed things. I wasn’t enjoying them as much. The last of the three donuts dragged on for days. I’d eat part of it and then leave the rest for later. Then I noticed it had become a chore to eat what I had so looked forward to. Half of it is still sitting there.
It’s such a paradox really. You take something that is special and turn it into an everyday event and it changes everything. I saw for myself what happened with me and the donuts. It is so odd to think that more of something that you like is really not better. My mother used to always say it was good to want something instead of having everything. I think she was right.