Some days, it feels like all you can do to just get to the end of the day. I’ve had some of those lately, but that wasn’t today.
Some days feel just about perfect. I haven’t had any of those lately.
Today was one of those days that makes up the majority of my allotted time on earth. Mundane. Little bit of good. Little bit of bad. Nothing happened that I will remember in a year. Or maybe even in a month.
I can’t help but think that it is how I live out the mundane that matters. This is what shows my true character. This is how people will remember me. Yeah, they might think of some big accomplishment or failure when I come to mind. But more likely, they are going to recall how quickly I laughed or the piles of paper on my desk.
The little things.
I wish I would stop wasting my time longing for those elusive perfect days and start living out the mundane days as if they matter. Because they do.