Like most people, I wait for the moments in life that blow me away. I dreamt about them when I was little, back on the grass, limbs splayed, staring into the clouds and dreaming of grown up days, first kisses, veils and pearls, and a baby's first cry. I dreamt of drama, extreme highs and lows like some heroine from the novels I buried myself in. I craved those moments in my own life and in the lives of others, others' weddings, others' loves, others' children. The ebbs and flows of my life hinged on these moments coming rapid fire. High school graduation, college, a first love and kiss, an engagement, a wedding, a love that filled my whole being to capacity.
But nowadays it seems like I am stuck in the ordinary. A friend I hadn't seen in about a year stopped by a couple of weeks ago and asked what was new. I was stumped. It seemed like I had nothing to tell her. My life consisted of getting up, going to work, coming home, and doing it all over again. Routine, there and back again and then again. I was brought face-to-face with the fact that my life is a wee mundane. A little disheartening. But even so, I am happy.
The moments in between, the cracks in the extras of life have their own little melody. They skip and sing along like they are life's grandest treasures. The crisp air breezing by my face while pumping gas, the plinking rain against my toes, the whisper of a page turned in a favorite book - they all jump up from the ordinary rhythm and fuse a beat, something that sounds more than ordinary, something that feels a lot like dancing.
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