This has been an ordinary day.
I woke up naturally and in my own bed, in my own home. I made coffee, emptied the dishwasher, made my bed. I dressed for a day at home and drank my first cup of coffee. I did a load of laundry and worked in my garden. I did all of these wonderful, delightful, ordinary things.
This day is awesome.
A couple of months ago I was diagnosed with a serious health issue and have been away from home. Other people have been deciding what I could do, and when I could do it. I have been subject to routines not of my making, and certainly not of my liking. All that was necessary and I am grateful for all the care and expertise expended on my behalf. But it sure was hard to tolerate.
All that is over now. I am healthy and well. My schedule is my own. I get to wake when I want to and not when vitals have to be taken.
I can now eat when I want and not when the tray is brought to my room. More important, I get to eat what I want and not what is chosen for me. Although I must admit, having meals brought to me already prepared was not half bad.
I can go where I want and not from one treatment to another.
I get to wear what I want and not hospital gowns made in stiff cotton and covered in ugly designs.
Yes, blessing of blessings, I my life is my own. I go where I want. I do what I want.
And where I want to go right now is to PLC, and what I want to do right now is buy this week’s lottery ticket.
And that’s just I am going to do right now.
The joy of the ordinary – today I am reveling in it.