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Monday, Monday
Oct. 31st, 2005 08:56 am**EDITED*
Good mornin' and a Happy Halloween to you. Or Samhain if you prefer. :)
So we're back to Monday again, though an hour later than it officially is. Did you know that cats that are portion fed don't understand this whole 'fall back' thing? Yesterday our two fine felines began the OMG WE'RE STARVING!!! routine at about 4 pm. But, I get ahead of myself...
( Saturday is The Game day, so why get dressed? )
( Sunday, nauseated Sunday )
( And in Grandbaby news... )
The above leads me to a conversation I had with the hubby yesterday about being 'normal.' My life is 'normal' and by that I mean extraordinary things don't happen to me. Even how the hubby and I met- through mutual friends- wasn't all that extraordinary, and doesn't make for an exciting tale. In many ways the events around me are, well, ordinary. Though I do have to say that to me our lvoe is anything but ordinary. :)
When I was young I wanted a vivid, exciting life. I wanted extraordinary. To be famous, or at least well known, to be rich, or... something, anything. But those thigns never happen to me. I was a 'jack of all trades' kind of student even, fairly good in all the subjects I took- but not fabulous at any of them. This used to cause some bit of distress. I *wanted* to be different from everyone else. I wanted to be known for something.
That something though could also be bad. What can make someone extraordinary is the pain that they've suffered and lived through. The terrible disease that has left them crippled in some ability- but through which they still shine and inspire others. But again, those things don't happen to me. I have had friends that are extraordinary, both by virtue of having tremendously good things going on and by having negative events.
It's not because I'm good, or pure, or anything silly like that. It's just that I'm ordinary. I'm coming to terms with this, being okay with the idea that while I may never win $35,000 on my favorite lottery scratch off ticket- I can still win $20 here and there. Being okay with the middle road- the emotions tend to be easier, the dips and upswings aren't as wild- and I'm sure some would say that I'm not really living- but the negatives aren't so bad. This isn't to come across as pitying, or somehow being down on myself. It just is. Perhaps to some other people this is a 'well, duh!' sort of idea, but it's been percolating in my mind for awhile.
Even my worry about a missed monthly occurence never took real root- because those things don't happen to me. The odds were quite low- and it just wasn't terribly likely that the needed percentages would be met. A planned event? That would be different. It's all little things, like much of what life is. Little ups and downs. Not terribly exciting. But then again, I've seen what a wreck terribly exciting can make of a life. So, I'm ordinary, which means I must not be alone, huh?
Or is it that which makes me so ordinary in so many ways actually makes me extraordinary? Or maybe I don't see something. I know there are many friends out there who might say 'well yeah, we're ordinary too.' but I see something about them that makes them- to me- extraordinary.
(the boss just came out asking "Alright Anne, what did you do?" Which I met with my 'wha huh?' look as I hadn't done anything... So then I hear about the police officer cruising our halls. "I didn't do... well, I'm not telling." Boss laughed "Ignorance is bliss" and my quip, "What you don't know can't implicate you." then he muttered something about coffee and wandered away...)
Good mornin' and a Happy Halloween to you. Or Samhain if you prefer. :)
So we're back to Monday again, though an hour later than it officially is. Did you know that cats that are portion fed don't understand this whole 'fall back' thing? Yesterday our two fine felines began the OMG WE'RE STARVING!!! routine at about 4 pm. But, I get ahead of myself...
( Saturday is The Game day, so why get dressed? )
( Sunday, nauseated Sunday )
( And in Grandbaby news... )
The above leads me to a conversation I had with the hubby yesterday about being 'normal.' My life is 'normal' and by that I mean extraordinary things don't happen to me. Even how the hubby and I met- through mutual friends- wasn't all that extraordinary, and doesn't make for an exciting tale. In many ways the events around me are, well, ordinary. Though I do have to say that to me our lvoe is anything but ordinary. :)
When I was young I wanted a vivid, exciting life. I wanted extraordinary. To be famous, or at least well known, to be rich, or... something, anything. But those thigns never happen to me. I was a 'jack of all trades' kind of student even, fairly good in all the subjects I took- but not fabulous at any of them. This used to cause some bit of distress. I *wanted* to be different from everyone else. I wanted to be known for something.
That something though could also be bad. What can make someone extraordinary is the pain that they've suffered and lived through. The terrible disease that has left them crippled in some ability- but through which they still shine and inspire others. But again, those things don't happen to me. I have had friends that are extraordinary, both by virtue of having tremendously good things going on and by having negative events.
It's not because I'm good, or pure, or anything silly like that. It's just that I'm ordinary. I'm coming to terms with this, being okay with the idea that while I may never win $35,000 on my favorite lottery scratch off ticket- I can still win $20 here and there. Being okay with the middle road- the emotions tend to be easier, the dips and upswings aren't as wild- and I'm sure some would say that I'm not really living- but the negatives aren't so bad. This isn't to come across as pitying, or somehow being down on myself. It just is. Perhaps to some other people this is a 'well, duh!' sort of idea, but it's been percolating in my mind for awhile.
Even my worry about a missed monthly occurence never took real root- because those things don't happen to me. The odds were quite low- and it just wasn't terribly likely that the needed percentages would be met. A planned event? That would be different. It's all little things, like much of what life is. Little ups and downs. Not terribly exciting. But then again, I've seen what a wreck terribly exciting can make of a life. So, I'm ordinary, which means I must not be alone, huh?
Or is it that which makes me so ordinary in so many ways actually makes me extraordinary? Or maybe I don't see something. I know there are many friends out there who might say 'well yeah, we're ordinary too.' but I see something about them that makes them- to me- extraordinary.
(the boss just came out asking "Alright Anne, what did you do?" Which I met with my 'wha huh?' look as I hadn't done anything... So then I hear about the police officer cruising our halls. "I didn't do... well, I'm not telling." Boss laughed "Ignorance is bliss" and my quip, "What you don't know can't implicate you." then he muttered something about coffee and wandered away...)
