A Normal Day

“Later on, when they had all said “Good-bye” and “Thank-you” to Christopher Robin, Pooh and Piglet walked home thoughtfully together in the golden evening, and for a long time they were silent. 

“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what's the first thing you say to yourself?”

“What's for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”

“I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting to-day?” said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It's the same thing,” he said.” 

-A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Everyday I ask for a normal day. A day when my body basically works and I can do normal things like cook and eat. There was a long time when the normal things I love were not possible. I also spent a long time fighting for exciting adventures. And, after I fell really, really ill a few times, I begged for normal days. 

Today was a normal day full of routines and rituals that make me feel normal. Things like, iced coffee and sparkling water, and avocado toast and meditating, and folding laundry. I ran errands, started more laundry, and even had time to purchase a, very fancy and expensive, cup of hot water with a tea bag in it from Starbucks. I came home to a clean house, thanks to Angie, and still had time to start a fire because it is just cold and rainy enough. I popped popcorn, made a cheaper cup of tea, and caught up on reading and writing. 

Today was a very exciting and normal day.