tuesday and pizza and passion

I have a lot of energy. I want to label it “passion,” but I fear it may be—more than occasionally—a product of nerves unbridled. I am just so excited about my future, about the plan I have idealized, but also entirely insecure about my ability to carry it out, that my zeal seems overtly spastic (despite the claimed clarity of it all in my head).

I just finished the 2^nd season of this show called The Killing. The main character (or the one I like the most anyway) becomes obsessed—and I mean truly forgetting-to-eat-and-sleep obsessed—with solving the murder presented in the first episode. She continually finds herself in trouble (physical, mental, and occasionally legal) for failing to heed the guidance of authority or concern for self.

I rethink my “energy” when I watch this show. I do not want to focus so obsessively on my future that I lose tact with the present. Right now is exciting. Right now merits my attention as well. Right now is a gift.

You know what is also a gift? Tuesdays. They follow Monday. Which only means anything at all if you had Sunday off. But if you did, you appreciate Tuesday. I usually appreciate Tuesdays because they mean grilled pizza. We get together with these couple friends of ours and attempt an effort at focusing our minds up to God for a moment, in between grilled pizza and a cocktail, for good conversation and eternal-type moments. Now you should understand why I like Tuesdays…and the present. 

Here's the run-down: buy or make a fabulous crust. Heat up your grill while you make a cocktail. Throw the crust on the grill. Flip it then top it with things you like (last time this meant crumbled blue cheese, crisped prosciutto, arugula and honey). Serve it with another cocktail...and more good conversation.