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There’s nothing quite like a nice lunch at a good restaurant during a workday. I enjoyed one today with a buddy and it reminded me how much I love doing this – and how I need to make it happen more often. I frequently will grab a bite of lunch somewhere during the week, usually at some pleasant outdoor café by the water and usually alone while thinking about work. I rarely get the chance to have a full midday meal with a friend.
There’s just something about the whole experience that feels a bit privileged, maybe even a tad decadent. Taking time from a workday to meet for a long lunch seems like something well-heeled business people do. I’m not well-heeled and I’m not in business, at least not in the usual sense. Being a writer and nonprofit group president barely qualifies me for financial solvency, much less the title of “business person.” I meet people over an inexpensive coffee or whatever to ask for donations for my organization, not over seafood and salad to close big-money deals. But today, it was seafood and salad (and potatoes and vegetables), all courtesy of my generous friend. We had time to catch up on each other’s lives and talk about people we know – and yes, even chat about our work. It was delightful.
I have to admit that as I write this, I’m fairly stuffed. I always think that’s part of the fun of it, really. That full feeling after a real lunch slows me down a little when working, makes me linger a bit longer over the keystrokes, as if I’m already busy doing something else, like digesting. I don’t get sleepy after a big noon meal, as some people say they do. But I do feel more relaxed. The memory of the lunch and the conversation keeps coming back to me for hours, sometimes for days. And I always seem to end up thinking, as I am now, “I really should do this again soon.”
There’s just something about the whole experience that feels a bit privileged, maybe even a tad decadent. Taking time from a workday to meet for a long lunch seems like something well-heeled business people do. I’m not well-heeled and I’m not in business, at least not in the usual sense. Being a writer and nonprofit group president barely qualifies me for financial solvency, much less the title of “business person.” I meet people over an inexpensive coffee or whatever to ask for donations for my organization, not over seafood and salad to close big-money deals. But today, it was seafood and salad (and potatoes and vegetables), all courtesy of my generous friend. We had time to catch up on each other’s lives and talk about people we know – and yes, even chat about our work. It was delightful.
I have to admit that as I write this, I’m fairly stuffed. I always think that’s part of the fun of it, really. That full feeling after a real lunch slows me down a little when working, makes me linger a bit longer over the keystrokes, as if I’m already busy doing something else, like digesting. I don’t get sleepy after a big noon meal, as some people say they do. But I do feel more relaxed. The memory of the lunch and the conversation keeps coming back to me for hours, sometimes for days. And I always seem to end up thinking, as I am now, “I really should do this again soon.”
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