Blogging From A to Z: On Being Ordinary and Having an Ordinary Life

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As a teenager, I wanted so badly to be different than who I was. I didn’t want to be ordinary me. I didn’t want to have this ordinary life. How boring! I wanted to be a star! In what? No clue. I wanted to travel anywhere and everywhere. I just wanted to be extraordinary and live an extraordinary life.

Well, life went on, and as I grew older, learning the ropes of college, first jobs, a corporate career, and a starter marriage overshadowed my concerns of being ordinary. Heck, I was too busy learning about myself and how to be in my various roles to figure out how to be extraordinary on top of all that!

It really wasn’t until I reached the “O” letter in my Blogging From A to Z journey that I thought about the word “ordinary” and what it meant to me. Now, when I think of being ordinary, I feel at ease with the concept and it’s associations. Maybe it is just a matter of getting older and wiser and learning to accept the skin I’m in. I’ve come to see that there’s something to be said about being ordinary and living an ordinary life.

A strong backbone to this realization has been the chaos that has been my life for the past 6 months: issues surrounding broken water pipes and frozen furnace pipes at my home; the passing of my father-in law; my husband’s cancer diagnosis and accompanying him to his chemotherapy treatments; bronchitis that came on just in time for our flight to Michigan for my stepdaughter’s wedding (she was so beautiful!); constant threats of layoffs at my job and then having to say good-bye every few months to some wonderful people I’ve known for years; more house issues; snow/ice storms; panic phone calls from my mother for everything from her feet being swollen and she couldn’t walk to getting lost while driving home from the doctor’s office. There was something every day, and in fact, there’s more, but I think you get the gist.

Events have finally slowed down and paled a bit, letting me catch my breath here and there. I know that life can be messy and that there will always be something, but I just felt blindsided by having it crunched into such a short timespan and the enormity of the challenges.

I think my takeaway is my newfound appreciation for the ordinariness of a calm, uneventful day. I look in the mirror in the morning and though I may be a rock star to my husband, I see an ordinary woman staring back who is doing the best that she can and realizing that there is definitely something extraordinary about being ordinary. An ordinary person, on an ordinary day, drinking her ordinary cup of coffee.

Learning to take things deeper…

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6 thoughts on “Blogging From A to Z: On Being Ordinary and Having an Ordinary Life

  1. I love this. Yes, ordinary can be coveted, can’t it? You sure have had your share of overwhelm lately. Sorry to hear about all that. As we get older we realize that boring can indeed be such a blessing sometimes! Here’s to many more ordinary days for you…

  2. Great post – I agree, I think when we are younger, we want excitement, and as we get a bit older, we want peace. But I love “there is something extraordinary about being ordinary.” Because nothing is ordinary – everything is constantly changing and shifting, and there are always things to do. So just surviving and taking care of everything and having relationships and finding some peace – is all extraordinary. And you captured all of that so beautifully. And you are such an extraordinary woman! Love the post – so well written. ❤

  3. I love the extraordinary of your ordinary life! There is nothing ordinary about you…. or any of our lives! Thanks for capturing the beauty of living a full extraordinary life.

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