Five Minute Friday - Ordinary

Ordinary.

There is not one person I know, including myself, that is ordinary.  What does that word even mean? 

or·di·nar·y ˈôrdnˌerē/

adjective

adjective: ordinary

 

with no special or distinctive features; normal.

 

Each person is beautiful, different, amazing, talented, successful, extraordinary. 

 

ex·traor·di·nar·y

ikˈstrôrdnˌerē,ˌekstrəˈôrdn-/

adjective

 

very unusual or remarkable.

 

Don't let the word "ordinary" hold you back from achieving your dreams, goal, happiness.  There are no two people alike and I think that is something to be thankful for.  How boring would life be if we were all the same?

 

You know "they" always say that opposites attract...and I think it's true.  Every time you find a friend, partner, soul mate - you have things in common with them, sure, but you also see the differences in them too.

 

It's the differences that make life so much fun.  My daughter is the most extraordinary person and I am so grateful that I get to be her mother and watch her grow up and develop.  She is always learning new things and makes me act like a (big) kid again; playing, dancing, laughing, seeing the beauty in the little things. 

 

Remove that little word "ordinary" from your vocabulary that has such a way of making someone feel like less than they are...

 

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Five Minute Friday - Write

I just finished reading Lisa Jo Baker's post about being a motherless daughter and it reminded me of my own story.  How my daughter will never know the woman who gave birth to me.  To the woman I lived with for most of my childhood.  In a way I am sad, but in a way I am relieved that she won't have to go through the peaks and valleys that my sister and I went through with her. 

I also just finished thinking about my sister and how we have tried to take up the art of writing letters again. It's not easy and it's not as fast as sending an email or message on Facebook - but the joy of getting something besides bills in the mail is so nice. 

Write:  I used to write all the time.  For class.  Notes for friends.  Letters to friends that I haven't seen since I moved away from wherever I used to live.  Doodles when I was bored.  I used to keep a journal where I could vent out my frustrations, hopes, dreams, worries about the future.  I even started a "journal" for my daughter so that I could keep up with her milestones - because we all know that I am not going to keep up with a scrapbook. I was very good at writing things down at first.  Then my job got more stressful, Bug became mobile...and then started running, SAM and I have sports that we play...blah, blah, blah.

Bottom line is - I don't write like I used to and I think that is a shame.  So to the 2 people that read this I will do my very best to keep up with this blog.  Who knows, it could be fun!