Ordinary

 She wakes up in the morning.  An ordinary day. But what is ordinary?
Foolishness, dramatic and traumatizing events? A day that was just
like yesterday day? Same thing different day. Every time you make a
sand which out of the same things, turkey, provolone, a leaf of lettuce
and two slices of bread does it always appear the same? Does it always
taste as fresh as before? Is it ordinary; are the slices all the same
size, thickness, do they tear? Ordinarily does not exist in this
world. Nothing is normal nothing is ever the same... But yet to her;
in her eyes everyday felt like the same day. She saw the same faces
over and over again. Wake up, feed the dogs take a shower and do all
the feminine things women do to themselves in the morning.  A typical
day. Pop some cinnamon raisin bread into the toaster. Pour your cup of
coffee that you have automatically set to brew as you did your morning
routine. Kiss your husband goodbye as he leaves on his typical day
around the cities. Say goodbye do the dogs and always end up at work
at 7:55 in the morning. Wave hello to your coworkers. Same faces...
Same cubicles, same thing as you did before. Your boss leans in your
office and asks If you have had your coffee yet before he tells you
your first task of the day. Same tasks you were assigned yesterday.
Same tasks you'll be assigned tomorrow...

This day was an ordinary day. But what's next? People ask for change.
They ask for something different and yet when something changes and
something is different all we hear is complaints. Why can't we just be
happy in what we ask for? Why do we feel so weird when things turn out
not so ordinary? We ask for warm weather when it's cold outside. And
we ask for cold weather when it's scorching hot outside. We all live
in a world where we want instant gratification. Please me now or I
won't give a damn. Chase after things until it can work out. Run away
from things that want you. Attract those who show no interest and hide
when they come after you. Why? Why do we want things we can't have and
avoid things that we could have so easily? It could be the chase or
the game. We all love playing games. We all say it's hard to overcome
obstacles and yet we do everyday.
When will we have this world figured out. Why can't we accept the
differences in us all. Is there a right way to live? To breathe? Must
my breaths be as long or as short as yours?

Can I close my eyes just for a minute and just think about myself
sitting next to you? Feeling the air that you touch. Can I just close
my eyes and dream about sinking my toes in the sand and remembering
how I wanted my life to turn out. Are you happy when you think about
living a different life? Can your own not satisfy yourself? Let the
chips fall where they land. We are where we need to be. We breath the
air that we are intended on breathing. Is there more? There is always
more... You just gotta get up and fight for it. Make this day a day
that is not so ordinary.


-Kristi Lane