I’m a creature of habit who loves to deny being a creature of habit. I love to start my day with nothing but coffee and my keyboard. There are days in which I approach my keyboard with some deliberate purpose. Sometimes it’s writing for a client. Sometimes it’s writing for myself. At all other times, it’s writing just for the sake of writing. Regardless of the type of day it happens to be, I typically make breakfast sometime during the mid to late morning.
That morning, I happened to fancy an omelette. I checked the refrigerator for prospective ingredients. Eggs. Definitely. Baby spinach. Sounds good. Lorraine Swiss cheese. Oh, yeah. Olive oil in the skillet. Low to medium heat. Spinach in the olive oil to sauté for a few minutes. Then it’s time. Lower the heat. Pour in the eggs. Lay the cheese on top. Wait for it to solidify a bit, still soft but firm enough to fold. Waiting for it to firm up leaves a few minutes to kill.
Anne was busy in her office. Eddie was asleep in the sun in his bed right next to her desk. Sammy was asleep in some other place known only to him. So, I sat down at the kitchen table alone and turned on my phone. I opened the LinkedIn app. I found this. Having found that, I heard this.
Diane Wyzga isn’t magic. Her writing is. Diane’s language isn’t enchanting. Her voice is. The combination of her writing and her voice is something other. It’s contemplation. It’s observation. It’s invitation. It’s reassurance. It’s serenity. It’s a moment of collected peace in a world that’s otherwise scattering away from and beyond us. It’s a gift.
I’m not Diane’s agent or her publicist. She has no idea I’m writing this. We’ve never met, at least not in person. But she is most definitely a friend. She’s also an amazingly accomplished person and a very gentle and generous spirit.
I knew from the moment that day started, it was going to be a good one. After listening to Diane, it was perfect.
Listen to Diane. Please listen to Diane. And have your own perfect day.