“I don’t wanna be ordinary…” is a line in a song that roams around in my head. Ordinary doesn’t feel glamorous, or exciting.  Ordinary feels boring, repetitive, bland.

But then again…

if it wasn’t for ordinary, we would not know extra-ordinary.

if it wasn’t for ordinary, I would have no sense of boundaries, traditions and every day life safety nets.

if it wasn’t for ordinary, I would have no sense of balance, no pillow to rest my heart on.

and if it wasn’t for ordinary, I am pretty sure that I’d miss out on life altogether.

I think I like ordinary.


Ordinary is where life happens.


Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp

#445 A day with no alarm clock

#444 My pen that glides so smoothly

#443 Oatmeal

#442 My sisters who tell it to me like it is

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