There once was a woman who DID NOT like ordinary days.
She wanted hoopla and fanfare. Bluster and rah-rah.
Ordinary meant colorless and ho-hum. Stodgy and flat. Who would ever ever want that? But along came some very un-ordinary days. She found herself smack dab in the middle of them. For a very very long time. Like more than 350 of these un-ordinary ones in a whole, long, very confusing row. But there was no hoopla or fanfare. Bluster or rah-rah. There was strangeness and head-scratching. Veiled faces and pandemonium. She sat down one day on her ordinary couch in her ordinary house after a very ordinary breakfast and thought for just a minute and a half or so. About all those ordinary days she had not liked. The ones with laughter. Friendship. Lunch hours. Stadium seats. Picnics. Hugs. Lemonade stands. Conference rooms. Smiles. Carpools. Sunday school. How silly of her? Not to like them. She found that she could not wait until she could have just one of them again. Just one. Count them. ONE. Ordinary day. A regular sun-up to sun-down. But on her ordinary couch in her ordinary house she thought for another minute and a half or so. About all these un-ordinary days in a row. Would she want them back? Would she say "good riddance?" Would she find that some of them were just ordinary after all? The ones with family dinners. Gardening. Board games. Pillow fights. Cuddles. Long walks. Bike rides. Prayers. Puzzles. Firepits. Books. So on her ordinary couch in her ordinary house she thought and she thought and she thought some more. Maybe three minutes this time. She did NOT NOT like ordinary days anymore. In fact, she liked them a lot. She didn't need hoopla and fanfare. Bluster and rah-rah. Because ordinary doesn't always mean colorless or ho-hum. Stodgy or flat. More often, ordinary means family. kindness. neighbors. joy. friends. faith. hard work. memories. rest. contentment. AND love. What she needs the most. And guess what she finally thought about? On her ordinary couch in her ordinary house this time gazing at her ordinary dog? There are many many more beautiful un-ordinary ordinary days to come. She can't wait.