Some days my mind is so full of everydayness that composing a post on a topic that would interest someone else seems impossible. Today is one of those days. The page is blank. The mind is uninspired.
Everydayness — the get up, eat breakfast, do the laundry stuff — makes up the majority of my days. Not every activity or thought is worthy of recording on the empty page but it’s still part of life. Remembering that puts my day, and my writing, into a different perspective. This is the level plain of my ordinary times.
We all love life’s highlights — those times when we celebrate momentous occasions or, for writers, when inspiration runs rampant and words flow, submissions are accepted, publishers offer contracts. We wonder why it can’t be like that all the time. Why are there so few mountaintop experiences amid the ordinariness of life?
It’s questions like these that remind me of Luke 9:28 where Peter, John and James accompanied Jesus to the mountaintop and witnessed the Transfiguration. Afterwards they wanted to remain there and bask in the glory, but Jesus took them back down to where the people and their needs waited.
The majority of our lives are lived in the mundane places. For writers, it’s that grass roots level where the work takes place. Between our hectic daily tasks we struggle to find the right words, writing and re-writing our stories, synopses and query letters. We submit, and we wait, and we wish for the exultation of success. We’re sure that when the big moment comes, our lives will forever be changed. Thereafter we’ll live on a perpetual high.
The truth is, we’re not meant to exist in a constant state of ecstasy. Down on the plains there are needs waiting to be met, and work to be done. Success will be followed by more challenges. That’s just the way it is.
Don’t knock it. There is stability in the familiarity of everydayness. And who would have guessed it… a blog post, too! 🙂