It has been ‘just a regular day’ today …
6am – alarm goes off (but what if it hadn’t?)
7:30am – kids awaken (but what if they hadn’t?)
8:30am – start work (but what if I had no work that I love?)
3:30pm – purchase produce (what if I had no means to do that?)
4:30pm – prepare dinner (what if the cupboards were bare?)
5:30pm – eat dinner with family (what if I had no family?)
10pm – dream bedtime (what if I had no bed?)
There are many ‘what ifs’ in each and every ‘regular’ day. They are the what ifs that, if they were different, if they altered, my regular day would be catastrophic, disheartening, life-changing. I spoke to a teen today, whose uncle (with young children) is dying. No day is ‘regular’ for him, anymore. Today his wife and children wish for a ‘regular’ day again. As an excitement junkie, I can easily become bored with all things regular. But today reminded me that ‘regular’ can mean real, beautiful, satisfying, worth-living-for … LIFE. And it’s better than the alternative.