Day 22: Having an Ordinary Day

My liturgical friends have a stretch of the church calendar they call “ordinary time”.

I don’t know very much about it, but I think it has something to do with the rhythms of life, and the way that the high points and holidays are scattered across stretches of the year that are simply ordinary.

Today was an ordinary day.

I didn’t climb any mountains. I didn’t read any poetry. I didn’t write any profound stuff.

This is what I did today:

I woke up way too early, because the toddler who shares a bed with me decided it was time to watch Netflix.

I was grumpy, but chose to say “i thank You God for most this amazing day” instead of “fuck this day” (which is what I was feeling).

I made coffee. I took the boys and coffee to school. It was picture day, so I had to stop by a gas station and buy a hair brush.

I holed up in a coffee shop and worked on a website.

I made an omelette.

I took the boys to Aldi to buy peanut butter and applesauce and diapers, then to the thrift store to piece together an Incredible Hulk costume.

At the thrift store, we bought Hungry Hungry Hippos. So when we got home we played that for a while.

The boys were too wound up for bed, so we sprinted to the dead end of our street and back by the glow of the big moon and the orange streetlights.

I tucked my boys into bed, ate supper, turned on music, and sat down on my couch to keep plugging away at the website I’d been working on since the coffee shop.

And sitting here on this second-hand Ikea couch, with my feet propped up on a second-hand Ikea table, with Purity Ring playing through my speakers, I am filled with gratitude for this ordinary day.


During the month of October, I’m joining the Write31Days challenge to talk about 31 Days of Becoming Human. Click here to read all posts in the series

Day 22: Having an Ordinary Day

October 22, 2015 | 2 minute read

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My liturgical friends have a stretch of the church calendar they call “ordinary time”.

I don’t know very much about it, but I think it has something to do with the rhythms of life, and the way that the high points and holidays are scattered across stretches of the year that are simply ordinary.

Today was an ordinary day.

I didn’t climb any mountains. I didn’t read any poetry. I didn’t write any profound stuff.

This is what I did today:

I woke up way too early, because the toddler who shares a bed with me decided it was time to watch Netflix.

I was grumpy, but chose to say “i thank You God for most this amazing day” instead of “fuck this day” (which is what I was feeling).

I made coffee. I took the boys and coffee to school. It was picture day, so I had to stop by a gas station and buy a hair brush.

I holed up in a coffee shop and worked on a website.

I made an omelette.

I took the boys to Aldi to buy peanut butter and applesauce and diapers, then to the thrift store to piece together an Incredible Hulk costume.

At the thrift store, we bought Hungry Hungry Hippos. So when we got home we played that for a while.

The boys were too wound up for bed, so we sprinted to the dead end of our street and back by the glow of the big moon and the orange streetlights.

I tucked my boys into bed, ate supper, turned on music, and sat down on my couch to keep plugging away at the website I’d been working on since the coffee shop.

And sitting here on this second-hand Ikea couch, with my feet propped up on a second-hand Ikea table, with Purity Ring playing through my speakers, I am filled with gratitude for this ordinary day.


During the month of October, I’m joining the Write31Days challenge to talk about 31 Days of Becoming Human. Click here to read all posts in the series

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