The other night I went to the local take-and-bake pizza chain to pick up dinner. The place was virtually empty. I was delighted. Nothing was going to stand between me and culinary bliss. I was going to have that pizza in my hot little hands in no time at all.
Except that didn’t happen.
I stood. I sat on the handy bench. I got up and walked around. I paced back and forth. I could see that a pizza was being made. But perhaps it wasn’t mine? Perhaps a phone order had come in before mine?
Inside I was grumbling. Impatient. What could possibly be taking so long?
I stood in front of the glass window that screened the pizza-making process. The woman behind it was placing items on a pizza. Carefully. With attention.
She noticed me looking at her.
I smiled encouragingly, hoping that would speed things up.
She wrapped up the pizza and said, “You know, yesterday someone asked me if I liked my job. At the time, I said yes. But when I got home, I thought about that question all night long. And do you know what I discovered?”
“No, what?” I asked, wondering what this information possibly had to do with my pizza (which I could see was almost within reach).
“I realized it’s not the job that I like – it’s making the pizza. I love making little masterpieces and knowing that someone will take them home and enjoy them.”
In that moment, my impatience dissolved and I knew I was lucky indeed.
Lucky to be reminded that doing a really good piece of creative work can happen anywhere – in a job, in a business, in a garden, at home in the garage, or simply making pizza.
Lucky to know that putting love and attention into something is what matters the most.
Lucky to see that masterpieces can be made every day.
What’s yours going to be today?