Some days are just ordinary. You get up and you do what you have to do: dishes, laundry, shopping, walking the dogs – and they pass and they’re okay. I wish I could make a day more extraordinary. I wake up sometimes thinking, “Today I have ideas. Today I’m going to write something that has substance – that means something – that inspires.
Instead, I go through my day, taking a modicum of pleasure in the simple things. Today I showed Vida the awesome trail and was delighted that she thought it as wow-worthy as I do.
I also took pleasure in bringing her home to our “work in progress” and introducing her to Simon.
And now, on this rather ordinary day, I am probably going to do some writing, some cooking, some reading. And mostly I will still be wondering what happened to Monday. You see, at the breakfast table this morning I asked Simon if today was Tuesday or Wednesday. When he informed me that it was Wednesday, I truly couldn’t figure out what had happened to Monday.
It’s all rather strange. I think aliens may have abducted it.
On this ordinary day I am grateful that Simon and I got so little sleep last night because we held each other and talked and giggled (although he did start talking again after I began to drift off. I did have words with him about that although I believe having words with him didn’t help the situation one bit, considering it was words I wanted less of if you get my meaning.)
Nights like that and moments like that are so important. They are the true intimacy of a relationship. Intimacy thrives in openness, closeness, love, honesty, silliness and simply pulling down the barriers we form in our minds.