Tonight I realized that regular days are extraordinary. There is something so absolute awesome about regular days.
Today was a regular day. There was nothing "special" about it and yet, there was so much special about it.
I laughed. Today I laughed. I laughed at a lot of things. Mostly, I laughed at lunch with one of my students and our conversation about suspending belief while watching TV. I still insist that I am not surprised by the high mortality rate on Grey's Anatomy - those surgeons are so busy talking to each other and looking deeply in each other's eyes that they are not paying attention to where they are cutting.
I made mistakes. Today I made a joke in a meeting that ended up being at the expense of a dear friend and colleague. It wasn't intentional but it upset him and it violated my own expectations around behavior.
I apologized. Today I admitted I was wrong and I apologized to my friend. Not only that but I apologized to everyone at the meeting for role modeling behavior that did not meet my standards.
I napped. Sat on the couch and fell asleep for an unexpected nap after work.
I worked. Today I was productive and got things done.
I reflected. I took time today to think about my day, my life and my feelings. I paused long enough to think. I don't always give myself permission to do that.
I learned. That reflection helped me learn something about myself, my work and the people around me.
I loved. I took care of those around me.
I thanked. Today I thanked someone in my life that has made a significant impact on who I am today. A person that has given me the courage to stand up and to do all of the things I wrote about.
Today was an extraordinarily regular day.
