Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Funny that this word should come up today. After a session with a client yesterday, I was thinking about how thankful I am for what is ordinary in my life. Also, knowing that what I consider ordinary would be unattainable for many in third-world countries, I took some time to make a mental list of things that I consider ordinary that would be deemed as luxuries in other parts of the world. My car, for instance. By no means luxurious by American standards, it’s old–2001 vintage–and doesn’t come with all the bells and whistles new cars have these days. But it’s sturdy, comfortable, warm or cold on demand, and dependable. Ordinary.
I have a closet full of clothing. There’s plenty of food in our pantry. Today I will do laundry. For me, that means sorting clothes and putting them into machines that wash and dry them without my involvement. That’s ordinary for me. Not so for millions around the world.
I know there’s nothing new or astonishing in this post. I suppose that if it nudges any of those who read it to just take a moment to consider all we have in this country, all that we consider normal, and to be thankful, then that’s a good thing.
By the way, in Colonial times here in the USA, an ordinary was a tavern or inn where you could go for food and drink, and where a traveler could find a bed for the night.