Why is it that we’re always too busy with life to really enjoy life?
This morning I woke up at the crack of dawn as I do every day, about to tackle the new day and the new week but with a surprising lack of vigour for my usual Monday. After a long tiring weekend of chores and errands (damn my mundane life), waking up to a dismal rainy morning with foreboding thoughts of work is enough to turn anyone into a lazy Susan. So after an extremely slow start, I had to kick it into a higher gear as I discovered that time was slipping away on me and I would be late. Went to the garage only to discover that my car would not start. The battery was dead….
Why does it always seem like the bad days get worse and the hard mornings get harder?? It’s exactly as Alanis said.
So I called my dad for him to come over and give me a jump start which would allow me to go out and get a new battery. By this time I’d already given up on the day and called in sick at work. This day was about to get much worse. Perverse thoughts of waiting forever at the electrician in the pouring rain and seeming like a bumbling idiot to the cute repair guy filled my mind.
However, a few short minutes later, my angel of a father showed up, battery in hand, and in the time it took for me to make him a cup of his favourite cold chocolate drink, he had already checked the old battery and swapped it out for the new one. God bless that man!
Then I thought, I’ve already called in sick. Why waste a perfectly good day. So I pulled off my work clothes in exchange for pjs, washed all the make-up off my face and jumped back into bed with my laptop and a hot cup of chocolate as the sky opened up and the rain came pouring down. That is what it took for me to get here and start writing again.
It has taken me about 5 minutes thus far to gather my thoughts and write what I have down so far and it will probably take even less time to finish, re-read and post. Is 10 minutes really that much to take out of my day to put my thoughts down? Surely I had 10 minutes during the last weekend to release the rumblings of my mind onto the keyboard. Or the weekend before that?
I think we get too caught up in our day to day routines to sit back, relax and indulge in the little things that make us happy. Enjoying the rain, writing a blog, finishing that grow-box, building that bottle chime (pinterest gets the better of me). Maybe today is the day I embrace these finer things in life once again. Or maybe I’ll do as the human race does and be momentarily inspired only to fall back into the clutches of a routined mundane life. Who knows. If you see more posts from me soon,… 🙂
“We wait, starving for moments of high magic to inspire us, but life is full of common enchantment waiting for our alchemist’s eyes to notice.” ~ Jacob Nordby