A Love Letter to an Ordinary Day - Appreciating The Little Things in Life

Where nothing remarkable happens. No chaos, no chokeholds, nor life controllers - and that is the point.

Dear Ordinary Day

Oh, how you are missed.

I miss your early morning cheer when I wake up, having your rays shining through the gaps in the curtain, welcoming the day. The quiet boil of the kettle whilst I look out of the window, watching the squirrels play. The early morning dew bringing sparkle to an already perfect morning.

Instead, I am awoken to grey, heavy clouds rolling past my window. The tip-tap of rain drips from an already overused gutter, trying to take all the discarded water from the roof. The slamming of doors makes the house rattle as misplaced door handles lie in wait, invisible to the unsearching hand.

Oh, how you are missed.

Where have the ordinary, boring, mundane days gone?

Please come back to me.

Have you decided that my days are too long, too hard, that you just can’t do it anymore? How can you move on so easily, abandon me in my hour of need? Have you seen through those twenty-four, sixty long-ass minutes that you can normally shorten with laughter and a carefree attitude? Have you decided that the lead-encased feather cannot be freed?

Oh, how you are missed.

I have been searching all the dark corners, trying to find you, with no luck. I often see a pinprick of light behind the great, almighty cobweb that I am too scared to reach behind for fear of being bitten. My regret, my unfathomable thought process, my fear, forgetting that I am already caught in the web. I just need to get out, to step off the sticky web of unhealing thoughts to find you.

I know you are there waiting for me.

I feel you.

I see you out of the corner of my eye, feel you caress my cheek as your warm embrace holds me for that split second, reminding me of what I am missing.

Please, I beg you, come home to me.

A hand pens a heartfelt note, capturing the beauty and simplicity of an ordinary day with elegant strokes of ink.

The Pull of Sovereignties Becomes too Strong

I will wait with a big smile on my face for the ordinary, peaceful day to once again show itself. I grimace as I open the door and carefully navigate the stairs, trying to avoid the demons below that are lying in wait, ready to pounce at the first sign of eye contact.

Too late, I have been spotted.

There is nowhere left to conceal myself.

I have to resign myself to the mercy of the kids' good nature.

What leverage do I have that will give me five minutes to open my eyes and drink my tea, appreciating the little things in life before the chaos dominates?

I have one.

I grab my tea and run to the bathroom.

“Sorry, really need to go.”