Read and re-read these words as I came upon them last night and it stuck to me like flypaper all night and until this morning.
It got me thinking about all the ordinary things that I used to love doing but now just take for granted. Like drinking coffee in the morning, walking aimlessly, reading... I put it in the "normal" cubbyhole and don't try to see anymore what is new and wonderful about these "normal" experiences. My days are all about getting the job done, doing it well, making sure I don't step on any toes and drive safely home to chill only to repeat the same process all over again.
There is indeed something magical in the ordinary and i felt it this morning waking up with my cats bundled up around me, feeling their soft fuzz against my skin and watching them wake up slowly and stretch out their limbs. I know I've experienced this before but I don't know if I ever took note of it as a golden moment. This morning was indeed magical. More so, because it ended too soon.
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