Not the Holy Day.

An ordinarily blissful day.

Today was my Good Friday.

It started the way every Fridays does ~ across the table from my dad at Stax.

The same booth. The same sweet tea and orange juice refills. The same easy rhythm of conversation that doesn’t require effort. Just kidding! We barely talk. We don’t need to. Being together is enough.

It’s a gift.

After breakfast, I finished “Jar of Hearts” by Jennifer Hellier. If you’ve not subscribed to my newsletter, do that now. I’ll be sharing my review and it’s free again this week!

And then — the best part.

I went to our coffee shop. Ordered one of the NEW Spring Break Specials, and cracked open my laptop. And I wrote. Not distracted writing. Not Gilmore Girls-on-in-the-background writing.

Just writing. Hours of it. Fully aware that I had absolutely nowhere else to be.

Today was the most perfect kickoff to a weekend – not because anything extraordinary happened, but because everything that happened felt extraordinary.

Breakfast with Dad.

A finished book.

Progress on my novel.

Simple things.

Maybe that’s what makes a Good Friday.

Just being exactly where you want to be, doing exactly what you want to be doing.