You never know when some small thing will lead to a big idea. Travel is very inspirational – but it’s in the ordinary that I find my themes of love and work and family. (Adriana Trigiani)
Everyone who knows me knows that I (we) love to travel. We are always planning our next trip — whether it is to a nearby beach or a far-off destination. We love the whole planning process about as much as we love the travel itself; learning about the places we will visit, reading about the history and the culture, imagining the sights, sounds and tastes we will encounter there. Travel is inspirational — it challenges us to be more than we are right now.
But at the end of every trip, every adventure, I am ready to return to the ordinary, the mundane, the quotidian. I love the rhythm of our daily lives. There is comfort in getting out of the same bed every morning, having coffee with my spouse, exercising, working, writing, cooking, doing the laundry. There is something special about even the most mundane aspects of our lives.
Through this rhythm, I have come to more and more appreciate, and even love, the ordinary moments of our lives. As I get older I enjoy the ways in which these rhythms mirror life itself. Indeed these are our rhythms, the drumbeat, the pulse that echoes through all that we do and all that we are.
I have learned that these rhythms are not bound in time or space. They are not determined by location. They stem from our heartbeats — regardless of where we live. As I have mentioned in previous posts, my husband and I move every couple of years, and in our short marriage have already lived in two places. But the rhythm is more dependent on us and how our life flows than it is about where our life flows.
Traveling is inspirational, but I truly have come to love the ordinary in every place we have lived. I appreciate the small joys in life: hot coffee in the morning, a long walk, time and space to write, clients who are a joy to work with, a set of tennis with my husband.
What do you love about your day to day life? Who do you share that with? Do you celebrate that love? If so, how does that come about, and what does it look like?