2023.
You were ordinary.
Sure, we did some cool things. Traveled. Broadened horizons. Tried new things. We had challenges that gave way to successes. I managed to squeak in a marathon PR before getting injured again. But overall, the year was ordinary.
And honestly, I prefer ordinary. It’s what I dreamed about. & it’s what I yearn for.
When we travel, I miss our ordinary life—with our little old house stuffed with kids (ours & the neighbors’), sporadic cuddle sessions with the kids & dogs, quiet (& not so quiet) walks around the block.
It’s the same with running. When I was out this year, I didn’t miss the fancy workouts or races, the big moments of personal victories—no, I missed the everyday solo runs of just me & my music, & therapy runs of blabbering on with my friends about everything & nothing at the same time.
To me, ordinary isn’t meaningless or boring. It’s everything.
May 2024 hold ordinary moments that weave together the fabric of your beautiful life.
Happy new year.
love this . I love the ordinary too. why do we associate ordinary often with boring ? its nice .
I am understanding this more and more these days, especially with two young kids! Our best and most meaningful days are usually spent at home together.