Today was a perfectly average day. I woke early, dressed myself in business attire and make-up, commuted downtown, drank coffee, pushed papers, read and composed work emails, had meetings, created project plans, interacted with colleagues, rode elevators and escalators and took stairs, returned home, exercised, made dinner, did dishes, say a brief “hello!” then “love you!” then “have fun!” to my husband (sports night for him), made breakfast and lunch for tomorrow, read and composed personal emails, and am nearly ready to begin getting ready for bed.
Nothing super-special occurred today. Nothing incredibly noteworthy transpired for me. No flowers, no epiphanies, no unique interactions, no awesome experiences; just a day full of regular, routine, ‘run-of-the-mill’ stuff.
And yet, I’m perfectly content this evening. Happy, even. The sun is out, the air is warm, my sweetie mowed the lawn (and it looks great!), I’m clean and fed, I accomplished tasks at work and at home… nothing exceptional by any means, but life still just feels very good.
Some days the typical chores that come with simply being alive and living a normal life are enough to make me smile.