I’ve lost my common life. My daily movements have been shaken. Life is out of sensible order. I crave for the days when making supper was simply making supper; when the day’s activities didn’t carry the weight of grief. Where I could make my bed and it would be a simple, mindless task among many for the day, rather than another experiment of trying to stay focused long enough to complete the chore before a memory triggers my body to slump with no movement while it recalls yet another level of love and ultimately loss.
I am sharing my honest mind so others may learn; so that I, myself, may learn. I feel a need to spell out today’s lesson. If it wasn’t clear already. Be thankful for the common in each day. See it as a blessing. I may be looking for extravagant, prestigious, important or impressive. But in neglecting an appreciation for the common, I miss the greater gift.