The timing served me well. I happened upon a clip of Michelle Obama describing her father's rule at the dinner table. If you had food on your plate, and were already asking for seconds, he shook his head.
"Enjoy what you have."
I am no longer in the position of needing to ask my mother for another helping of mashed potatoes, but the advice still fits. The other day, I stood by a generous spread of goodies, and reached for a piece of cake. Except that I had not finished the delectable in my mouth. I put the treat back, and gave attention to the sweetness already
between my lips.
As John and I embark on a weekend of parties, it might be tempting to fall into FOMO*. While I am in the middle of a perfectly delicious conversation with someone I am eager to see, out of the corner of my eye I will undoubtedly notice another friend it would be lovely to talk to. But my resolve is to be present with the person in front of me, to enjoy
them for this fleeting moment.
It turns out that we are capable of missing what is right within our grasp.
