If I’m honest, I would have to say that sometimes it hits me just how “normal” my life has become and it frightens me. I wake up at the same time, I go to work, I come home at five… it’s all very predictable. At least when I was living in Chile an ordinary day was somewhat extraordinary because I was in SOUTH AMERICA for crying out loud. An ordinary day in Houston is just ordinary.
I’m not sure what to do with it. I’m not the first person to say this and I’m sure I won’t be the last, but I suppose that most of life is the regular, day-to-day stuff. It’s the coming and going and grocery shopping and jogging and friend time on the porch that makes up most of my time. I struggle, though, because I’ve always had this idea that my life was supposed to be something grander. I was going to change the world and do something significant… it’s just in my bones.
Perhaps I’ve done a few significant things and perhaps I’ll do a few more, but perhaps I also need to shift my perspective just a bit. If I wait too long for the big moments, I might miss out on an awful lot of small ones that add up to be just as important. Even if I don’t feel the significance in the day-to-day, it might help if I was looking for it a bit more. Striving, straining, craning my neck to see what’s ahead… may I not miss what’s before me now.
May I also not lose the hunger for extraordinary, though. I don’t think it’s all bad.
No, it’s not all bad.