It’s kind of funny, actually. I’ve lived in the “Deep North” of the Midwest for most of my life so my ordinary was watching the sugar beet trucks in the fall deliver their loads to the plant. I thought it was commonplace for floods to happen to your town on a yearly basis, right next to spring thaw. My accent was ordinary and Minnesotan goodbyes were the norm.
At least until I moved to the East Coast where their “ordinary” is my extraordinary. I stop whatever I’m doing to watch a scarlet cardinal gather food and savor the selection of restaurants that were never accessible in my hometown. Three hours away I now go caving in the mountains and seafood is an integral part of the culture. So many things to see.
I think that extraordinary can become ignored if you stop looking for it. For example, when I lived in the Midwest, routine enabled me to rush past all that makes that area unique. I perceive it to be ordinary.
Writing on a daily basis is changing my perceptions of how I see and understand of the world. To become better, I have to slow down and translate what I experience into words. Ordinary becomes extraordinary.
Take a moment and try to see an object near you in a different way. Not a memory or your experience, but how it could be unique.
Take care and we will talk to each other soon 😀
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