When I look back at the days that have changed my life in the most beautiful ways, I realize they’ve all just been regular days. I wake up and go about my day like it’s any other day which usually consists of me getting out of bed, brushing my teeth, saying my prayers, having breakfast, replying pending messages, reading a random article on pocket (not anymore, RIP pocket), getting work done, eating lunch, checking Snapchat or tikTok for latest goss, typing on my keep about random things that pops in my head that I would like to use for later material, talking to my family, reading a couple of pages from my current read, praying again, and then it’s lights out.
It may sound a bit uninteresting especially because I’ve left out a couple of other details which sometimes happen but in order to give a compact picture of how my day typically goes, that’s pretty much it (and of course, I do take a shower don’t be silly). So yeah, it’s always a regular day and then the goodness from that day or shall I say the gift of the moment just seeps into it in the subtlest of ways such that there is almost never a foreshadowing of it in my horizon. I can almost say every time I’ve received a good news especially regarding something I’ve waited for, for a long time, it’s always happened like a switch was just flipped from off to on. Like it has taken the minimalest of effort for it to finally happen and it blows my mind every single time this happens like THAT’S REALLY ALL IT TAKES?
It’s usually after the moments have occurred that I start to think back to try and spot any signs about how that moment has unfolded in order to at least make some sense of it. I would begin to ask myself questions like “Did I wake up extra happy today? Did that cashier lady at the supermarket looked at me extra fondly because they saw the sign of good news on my forehead? Did the sun shine extra bright just for me to be ready to receive more brightness in my life today?” The list of questions goes on and on, if I’m being honest. Because it’s almost always unbelievable how the best things happen for us without any hassle, especially after we’ve had a long ordeal of waiting for them.
Our best days are really just regular days that got a facelift, normal-ass days with a bit more oomph about them. I just thought about this and somehow it makes so much difference because if we treated each day like it was a gift waiting to unfold, with our hands out expectant with gratitude, maybe we would get to acknowledge more beauty in the ordinary. I’ve had this in the works for a while but today, something I wasn’t expecting to click clicked so hard that I’m just here like, wait what?! Anyway, here’s to regular ass days changing our lives.
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