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| he lay like this for a few minutes, savoring life? who knows |
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| his life is complete so long as a ball is in hand, dirt staining his skin with childhood memories. |
I took a hiatus these last few
weeks from social networking and I found myself feeling guilt ridden, more so
for not complying with my commitment of blogging each week. Then I thought,
WHY?
As a mum of two young boys, and
fulltime worker, I think I manage my life well. Sure there are moments with
greater clarity than others, however, on a whole I feel as though my intentions
are merited. I enjoy the and look for pleasure in life’s meritocracies, which
in essence means that I am an actively grateful person.
so i got to thinking...
When did we decide that we can
only be grateful for triumphs that are outside of normalcy? When did we decide
that it was ok to judge simplicity as average, and measure success in the
complexity and difficulty of an ascertained achievement? Our lives have been corrupted by social media, and not in a good way. We seek to achieve in comparison to others, we measure success through our online relationship to what we are perceiving. Pinterest for example, i love it, it inspires me, but it also has the potential to remind me how mediocre (at best) i am as a person, as a wife and as a mother... if i let it!
I think as mere human beings we
need to take the time to acknowledge our simplicities. We strive so hard for
superiority and greatness, that often times, we negate the beauty that lies in
that which passes us by, that which we did not strive for.
I walked out of work yesterday
and the smell of winter was on the air, I don’t quite know how to describe it,
other than it was crisp and fresh, I could feel the beat of a winter air on my
face as the wind blew over the river below and cascaded up an over the ridge
towards me. For a brief moment I was mindful, I was present. I closed my eyes
lightly and let go and gave my thoughts away. There was so much appreciation in
that moment for so many things, more simplistically of them was the ability to
be mediocre. To head home to my family, ‘mundane’ as that might appear, to
drive my average car to my average (though totally adorable house), to my
average family, where we will fight over what is for dinner (something not very pinterest worthy im sure), settle arguments
with chocolate, not always get the kids bathed before bedtime, and dare say get
them to school late more times that I should. I found myself aptly grateful for
the simplicity of normality, and it’s context in my life.
So I have decided to shake off
the onus feeling of not engaging in what I have strived to complete – said
blog. Instead I revel in the appeased feeling of appreciation for taking a few
weeks out to be simplistic and mediocre. It was beautiful, I suggest it!
xxxx
