Treasure the Ordinary

Hi it's Jen,

My dad has always told me to "Treasure the ordinary."

This week, your brain is probably spinning:

What's the future of work? How will I pay for that? What's happening with my job? How will politics encroach into my life more deeply?

The “un-ordinary” is loud. It demands attention. It gets it.

And when you’re between chapters?
It demands even more.

But this week, I'm asking you to also notice:

That last-vestige-of-fall leaf fluttering in the wind. The sound of the winter wind in the trees. The way the winter light hits your wall in the morning. The taste of the coffee that's just right.

The ordinary things are easiest to miss when everything else is screaming.
Turns out, though, they're everything.

This week:

Let the unordinary be unordinary. You can't control most of it anyway.

But treasure the ordinary.

The leaf.
The wind.
The light.
The just-right coffee.
The hug (when you get one).
The laugh that catches you off guard.
The moment of quiet when everything stills.
The familiar dinner…however you're having it.

Every day is a gift.
We receive it with grace and grit. Both.

The grit to handle the unordinary. The grace to treasure what's right in front of us.

That's where we actually live. That's what sustains us.
That's what really matters.