Yesterday I got a text from a friend.
'Do you want to come over for tea on Monday evening?'
'You mean tomorrow?'
I started thinking. Can I visit a friend on Monday evening if I need to be at Mysore Class on Tuesday at 6, meaning I have to be in bed the night before at 10? If I go to my friend's house, I have to remember that I cannot drink black or green tea because it will keep me awake. I will have to drink herbal tea or just water. No wine, oh no absolutely not even a drop of wine (a year ago everybody wanted to drink wine with me and I wanted to drink wine with everybody).
Just in time, life did its work and I realized visiting my dear and sweet friend on a Monday evening, is a thing I also love to do because it brings me joy. That's what's important too.
'Yes! I love to.' I replied.
This morning, after Mysore and when I was at the office working my brains out, I got a text from another friend. She does not live in my neighborhood, I only see her once a year. She asked if I wanted to have dinner with her on May 23, since she will be in my town for business.
My first thought again went to my practice. I know that when I am with her, I just have to drink wine, otherwise the two of us just don't exist. I love her and we always have fun together and somehow the fun doubles up when there is wine involved.
I can do Mysore on Monday and Tuesday, then meet her Tuesday evening, have dinner and wine and laugh until I crack, and then give myself some rest on Wednesday. I'll give myself a Moon Day and in the meantime I'm feeling thankful for my somehow somewhat still existing social life.