During the Summer holidays I make it a personal mission to read at least one good book.
This year (on one of my regular trips to the library), I stumbled across a little novel called ‘Promises to Keep’ by Ann Tatlock. I found it on the sale table, alongside a whole bunch of other books ready to leave the cycle of loaning forever. It was twenty-five cents.
I love taking a punt on a random book and being pleasantly surprised. This one was a great read and I happily absorbed the pages whilst in the backyard stretched out on the trampoline, or lying on a sandy beach, or tucked up in bed. Oh Summer bliss.
There was one part however that I savoured more than the rest.
It was a paragraph or two about memories and the wistful recollection of everyday moments passed.
But these words in particular resonated with me.
‘People look for greatness only in the extraordinary and completely overlook the wonder of the ordinary. That’s why those moments are all forgotten, counted as nothing. It’s a terrible loss.’
I really don’t want to forget the beauty in my ‘everyday’……waking up to a sparkling blue ocean.
Or the wonder in my ‘normal’….the feeling of someone I love throwing their arms around me.
Or the little treasures in my ‘routine’……hanging out the washing and feeling the glorious warmth of the sun on my shoulders.
I too often find myself so disenchanted by the sameness of life, even though I know that everyday I am flourished with blessings.
Yes, some days they are much harder to see than others and those days are tough. And that’s ok. I’m all for acknowledging the shitty stuff.
But I mustn’t let the heaviness of those moments weigh me down.
I’m really not in to new years resolutions…..at all.
But I think this little reminder of cherishing those good, small things is a wise one to carry through 2016.