Maybe it was an article I read or the times in my life sitting at a patient’s bed in their last hours of life. It comes to me at different times, usually when I’m thinking about the future. As I age, my husband too, even our cat, I know that someday it won’t be the three of us anymore. During times of cuddling in bed, we three, I often feel sad, even though we’re memory making. I think to myself, someday I’ll pray for a mundane day like this..
One day as I’m sitting and balancing a budget that may include hospital stays, or medication, or surgeries, I’ll pray for a mundane like this..
One day when my tire goes flat on the interstate, I’ll look back to my many mundane days and wish to be right in the middle of one again like this.
I’ll reflect on the times life was easier–barefoot on gravel, sand between my toes, caught in the rain, cold pop, fresh bread, extra time, a door held open, a simple thank-you, more than one available, in stock, and think mundane is anything but dull. It’s the time between hectic and nothing. It’s the place I gravitate back to when I’m overwhelmed. It’s the moments I reflect on when I wonder about my life and time passed.
Next time you’re out running errands, forgetting to eat lunch, grabbing pizza for supper, and having to pull into a gas station and fill up, remember that someday you’re going to look back on a day like this and want to live it all over again.
Mundane by definition is dull –no excitement. So, no chaos, no worry, no negative emotion beyond the scope of dull, no pressure, no hurry, no punch list, no schedule, no appointments, no nothing. Just dull, everyday, stuff. That one day in the throes of hectic, or pain, or overwhelmed, or hurried, or late, or heartbroken that you’ll pray for just one more day of.
Over the years I’ve lost several friends to death–long before their time. I’ve sat by a few of their bedsides on their last day and none of them spoke of wealth, bank accounts, their car or home, clothing, vacations, social media account likes/comments/follower count, looks or figure, politics or religions. Each and every one of them that could still speak in their last hours spoke of love, love for their children, parents, spouse or partner, and friends. Each of them spoke of how they would miss get together’s, birthdays, weddings, and births. Asked what they’d do different or wish for if they could? It was always another day, any kind of day of just hanging around, talking, eating a meal with family, and enjoying the simple act of doing nothing but nothing being everything in that moment.
So as you go about getting back into going out, or traveling, or increased work hours, or socializing and everything that encompasses those things that are not dull or lack excitement please remember. That somewhere behind all the glitter and the glory of friends, and parties, and social soiree’s there is the peace and reflection and oh so lovely comfort of the days we’ll grab onto someday (maybe in our darkest hour)– and that’s those days that we’ll remember as mundane.
“The mundane and the sacred are one and the same.” ~ Alan Watts, “What Is Zen?”