Matt W Cook

I had it all planned out. I was going to get home, eat with my family, work for a few hours on the billion projects I’ve got going on, and then hang with my family again until it was time for bed. Seemed like a good plan. But it didn’t work.

Good friends showed up.

Good friends always keep me up at night. When I am faced with a choice between duty and good friends I think I always pick good friends. I don’t think anything of staying up past midnight for a third night in a row the morning before work if good friends are the cause.

Here’s the thing: work will always come and go. But the benefit I get from spending all my non-working hours with good friends is nearly incalculable. I feel really sad when I hear people say that they have few real friends. But I wonder, at the same time, if they were willing to sacrifice a bit of duty and work for people, would they start getting friends? If they valued friends and relationships more than work and ‘oughtness’ do you think the friends would come? I’ve caused a lot of work for myself this week because of time spent with friends. And even though I’m very tired about it right now, I don’t regret it in the least.

So thanks, good friends, for showing up and disrupting my schedule. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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