I guess sometimes you just get used to the normal things of life. Driving. Watching tv. Being extremely bored. Feeling like you should be somewhere else, doing something else, with someone else. Regretting. Feeling sick to your stomach with the thought that you are not who you should be. Wondering if the intermittent smiles you have is true happiness or just a temporary escape from a life you think is going down the tubes. Well, it's probably a little of both.
The last two years have clued me in to a very important truth, one that is natural to some and dreadful to others: God could care less about giving you an extraordinary life. Often our desire to be extraordinary is just a veiled fear of being ordinary-- which is really just the most self centered thing in the world.
So I'll wake up in the morning, go to work, come home, do a few more things, go to bed. Within that routine I'll find what the monks over the centuries have found- that there are holy things to be found within a routine. There is holiness within the mundane acts of life. Small acts of decency and love are more special than a life of plenty.