‘People will become, who they are told they are-and moments will become, what you believe them to be.’
Today really IS just another day. You know those days? I have them often- A common, ordinary, deja vu , bland, kind of day?
The weather is standard for this time of year.
I have the same clothes on as I did last week.
My dog lies curled up on the couch, where he normally lies, with the same sulky expression on his face.
The housework is there as it was yesterday still waiting to be attended to- I see it, process the thought -“Darn it, I really should put that washing away”-and embark on something more pleasurable knowing it will still be there tomorrow.
Is this acceptable, I wonder?
Is it acceptable that my day is ‘Just another day?’
Am I wasting my time?
Sometimes it bothers me.
Sometimes, I wonder whether I should be trying to make it spectacular in some way.
Whether I’m selling my life short because I’m not jumping out of a plane, or sipping some exotic beverage in Cuba, adorned with a little pink umbrella.
Should I be filling my days with ‘bucket list’ plans and setting challenging goals to prove to myself I’m not just a standard person, who is stuck in a standard day?
I mean, do I need to embark on saving an endangered species from extinction to make my day count?
Would I have less worth as a human being if I wasn’t teaching English to orphaned children in Siberia, or feeding the homeless, or participating in Yoga lead by a Budhist Monk in the mountain peaks of Tibet?
I often ponder these questions as I sit in my ordinary study, ‘stuck’-it would seem- inside the bubble of an ordinary day.
As quickly as they came, the questions in my mind concerning the validity of my perceived mediocrity vanished as my attention was redirected-for a moment-to a little Ant who bravely believed he could walk right over my left hand and get away with it.
“Do you mind Ant?” I asked him
He carried on, completely unperturbed by the possibility of his impending death.
I watched and wondered what he was doing as he stealthily skimmed the surface of my skin, weaving in between my veins and negotiating a path through my fine hair. Perhaps he had been told to collect some food for dinner? Or to grab some supplies to reinforce the delicate structure of his home?
Why do I write of the Ant? What is it’s relevance?
Initially, my mind was delighted to inform me that I was a mediocre person experiencing a standard day, with little or nothing to enjoy.
Along came an Ant, and instantly, these self produced thoughts were replaced by the simple delight in observing the funny little antics of nature.
So is one’s sense of mediocrity simply a state of mind self-perpetuated by societal or self-driven judgements?
I think so.
One will be ‘bored’ or ‘standard’ or ‘mediocre’ if one believes it to be the case.
I believe there IS merit in ‘Striving for excellence.’ However in order achieve this, we must fill ourselves with the knowledge that we are ALWAYS so much more than we believe.
That every single moment in our lives is interesting, spectacularly unique and overflowing with possibility and second chances- until the day we die.
It is never, ever too late to realise there is no such thing as a standard day.
Each day is new.
Each day is a gift.
The ‘Labeling’ of an individual-or a moment-as mediocre is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
People will become, who they are told they are-and moments will become, what you believe them to be.
Do not spend your life’s entirety engaged in thoughts of
What if’s, If only’s, and I should have’s.
Instead, focus on what you are doing RIGHT NOW- and relish in the gift of living an extra ordinary life.
Oh, and just one little thing-never underestimate the value of an Ant!
“We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.”