Things are not super fabulous around here right now, but they are not terrible either.
They are just average.
The weather is cold and wet, but we need the rain to fill our water tanks.
There is nothing exciting happening this month, but we love having time to just ‘hang out’ and do ‘stuff’.
The house is neither totally messy, nor completely tidy.
The kids are all doing ok at school and preschool, at piano and dancing, at day to day life, no one is brilliant and no one is struggling.
I am not doing anything amazing, but I’m slowly ticking off tasks on my to do list and not feeling totally overwhelmed.
Our day to day life is not amazing in any way, but it doesn’t suck either.
It’s just average.
Being average isn’t seen as very exciting or interesting by most people. No one shares ‘average’ stories on facebook, people are always looking for something out of the ordinary, something special.
But things are not all that special here right now, and I am kinda pleased about that.
Average gives us space to breath.
It gives us time to appreciate the little things.
Average lets us spend time mucking around together.
It reminds us to enjoy what we have.
Average gives us a chance to be still.
It gives us time to think and dream.
Average is not too slow and not too fast.
Average is gentle and meandering.
Sometimes average can feel relentless, but I am learning to love even the never ending tasks of daily life and the slow, cold, average days of this winter for their gifts of time and space.