Everything was almost back to normal today. The normal car passed Becky and I and we traded waves as we went for our regular run. I got back into the regular routine of getting ready for work and heading in to the office. At the office I got back into the usual Monday morning meetings, one after another with just a couple of exceptions. After the standard Monday work I headed home. Just like normal I called my mom and we talked while I headed home. We ate dinner in a hurry as per the norm and then headed out to logrolling. We went out for a quick drink afterwards and then headed back home to get into our typical Monday routine.
Today was ordinary, standard, regular, basic, the usual, typical, and exactly what I needed. It was a chance to get back into the normalcy of every day life. No worries, no sadness, no loss, a chance to lose myself in routine… something I’ve been longing for over the past couple of weeks.
As I realized just how much I was appreciating this basic day it made me smile. There’ve been many days when I get frustrated at living the same old same old. I’ve wanted a break, something different, some excitement. Extra time to relax, more time to try something else, just a change of pace. Contrast that with today as I am soaking in the awesomeness of the mundane. Today I am thankful for have the regular day of life to get back to feeling normal. It just feels right, and I am very appreciative of that.
There was one point of the day in which reality hit me hard. It was an unexpected reminder of my dad that brought on a case of the feels. When I pulled up my Facebook for a moment I saw the reminder of last year’s blog post…
This was my post from Father’s Day last year, when Dad was still alive and there wasn’t a hint of a clue that it would be the last Father’s Day he would celebrate. We were able to talk about the post, bond over it, and share our love for each other. I’m thankful to have written it while he was alive to read it. It helped me share and express my love and appreciation of him in a different way.
Reading this post brought back memories and feelings. Mainly it was an appreciation for what an awesome father I was fortunate to have. It also seemed fitting to have used the line “He’s one of my best friends and talking with him always puts a huge smile on my face and in my heart.” Even though he’s gone I still talk with him and it always puts a huge smile on my face and in my heart.
Love you Dad!