The day my husband proposed to me was just an ordinary day, until...
the day my parents separated was ordinary until...
the day I found out I was pregnant (each of 6 times!) was ordinary until...
the day my mother-in-law stopped breathing was ordinary until...
Extraordinary.
I have swung the pendulum from bored and ungrateful, drowning in hum-drum to overwhelmed and anxious, and just...well...drowning, and every category of ordinary or extraordinary in between. Too many ordinary days in a row and I can't stand the monotony. Too many extraordinary days and I'm begging for some peace and routine.
Can you say "fickle"?
Here's the thing...I can't appreciate the happy extraordinary days and I can't recuperate from the sad extraordinary days without the ordinary ones. (And really, can't every day take on an extraordinary flavor when I open my eyes to the gifts all around?)
I savor the ordinary more these days. Thankful for the peace and calm, and confident that at any moment, an ordinary day can become extraordinary.
Trying something new with a friend.
1 comment:
Oh, I love that you have blogged 2 days in a row (not that I'm counting ;) ) this blog made me slow down and think. I agree. Ordinary is good if we can find the contentment held all up in it.
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