It’s the kind of night where you get to lick the spoon. And I’m glad I did! I hear Nutella’s bad for the trees (sorry Nutella), so I picked up some equivalent hazelnut cocoa spread from the market that’s just as sinful. And, tonight, I allowed myself to indulge. If we’re going to live life to the fullest, then we have to enjoy the breaks. It’s been a long week. In fact, a week ago tomorrow lives in Charleston were changed in such a horrific fashion, it caused the world to pause. So many worlds just stopped. The Confederate Flag wavers had to pause, so many welcoming Church communities had to pause, anyone with a soul had to stop and think for just one moment what were we missing? Several have reached out to me for my assistance in elevating the conversation as a media professional. I consider myself a warrior—armed and ready to serve at a moment’s notice. In the next few days and weeks I’ll post what I’m up to for sure. But for now, as I keep my engine running I run into moments that cause me to catch a breath. That moment was today when I called Emanuel AME in Charleston and asked for the time of Friday’s service when their Pastor will be eulogized by President Obama. The friendly woman on the other end told me. Then she asked if I was a member of the Church. I almost started crying. I told her, “No, I’m not. I’m just monitoring the situation and I am so, so, very sorry for your loss.” She thanked me and I expressed my condolences again and hung up with the information I needed. What a strong woman of faith and I still can’t understand it all. I do know that tomorrow is not promised. And when you’re faced with chocolate, take the spoon.