When I was young, routines and chores used to drag me down, bore, irritate me, and make me anxious. I wanted more, something different, and most especially, I did not want to be ordinary. Since I turned 60, I find routines and chores to be soothing and calming. Indeed, I cherish them. They have a consistent, comforting rhythm to them, from cleaning the cat litter, to laundry, or watering plants, or even something as mundane as preparing fresh grapefruit or daily oatmeal and my fresh berry breakfast. As I hum along with my daily routines and chores, I feel grateful for them, and at peace. I find pleasure in the small stuff - the day-to-day - ordinary moments of living. I think I might have learned this from Ada ... or is it because a year ago I realized that I did not have uterine cancer after all ...?
and i learned the same thing but had to give mine up anyway. living with that threat for 2 years put life in a differnt perspective, for sure.
Posted by: sky | July 26, 2009 at 01:36 AM
I agree -- as I get older, I'm appreciating the small stuff more. Gone are the day dreams of fame and fortune and eternal love.
The neighbor who sends her son over to help; a phone call from an old friend or dinner coming out just right are blessings and joys.
Posted by: Kay Dennison | July 16, 2009 at 04:56 PM