Redefining extraordinary


This post began its humble life as a comment on my friend Tricia’s blog post “Extraordinary.”  It was late and I began writing, suddenly wide awake.  Pretty soon, I realized that my comment could easily become as long as her actual post if I wasn’t careful.

I first read Tricia’s post on Griffin’s Quill and I found it absolutely amazing because I’ve been dealing with so many of the feelings she mentions in her post myself lately.  So much of my life is one long, monotonous march toward the end – the end of the laundry, the end of the dishes, the endless cries of, “Don’t do that!” and “Don’t hit your brother!” and “Play nice!” and “Stay in bed, for the love of God!”  It’s dreary and dreadful and mind-numbingly boring some days.  I feel like I’m living in a fog.

Photo by Kay Kauffman

But then I open a book, and everything is new and fantastic, even if it’s not a fantasy, and anything is possible.  I can do anything, dream anything, be anything.  Made a mistake?  Doesn’t matter – just move somewhere new!  Start over!  Create a new life for yourself!  Want to travel, but can’t afford to?  Work your way from place to place and experience the local color along the way!  How many of us can realistically do that?  How many of us can realistically just leave our old lives behind and reinvent ourselves if the need arises?

We can make tiny, but meaningful, changes.  We can embrace those things that do make us happy.  We can appreciate the good things in our lives.  We can redefine extraordinary.

I’ve been striving to make some meaningful changes in my own life of late in order to break out of a rut I seem to have fallen into.  Even making small changes in one’s life is a challenge, and I’ll admit that I’ve been struggling.  But I hope that I’ll succeed and that the results will be worth the effort.  Only time will tell.

In the meantime, I’d like to challenge you to pick one area of your life and see what you can do to improve it.  Make a small change and see if it helps.  If it doesn’t, try something different.  If it does, rejoice!  We really can have extraordinary lives, but we must choose to be extraordinary.  So go ahead, wear that bright red lipstick.  Reach for that gold star.  And let me know how it goes!  I’d love to share your joy. 🙂

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8 thoughts on “Redefining extraordinary

  1. tamarahickman says:

    I think I’ll reinvent myself as a burrito…
    A nice, warm, cozy, pillowy burrito of sleepiness.

    Your “Endless Cries” sound extremely familiar to me, for some reason. =D I completely understand the need for something different every now and then, just a little change here and there, a splash of margerita lime green to cheer up the drab grey of the world, so to speak. In honestly, after I finally get a good night’s rest, I think I’ll reinvent myself as a mother who Cooks breakfast instead of fetching it out of a box. =)

    Thanks for the great post! I think I needed this pick-me-up.


    • Kay Lynn says:

      A mother who cooks breakfast instead of fetching it out of a box? I know not of such a thing. I do, however, have a husband who cooks breakfast on camping trips and occasionally on days off from work. Is it something like that? 😛

      Ah, the endless cries. If I’m not crying about one thing, then I’m crying about another. Next thing you know, I’ll be crying about no longer having babies, but toddlers and tweens (seriously – Thumper will be a year old in a week). And before I know it, instead of yelling at them to, “Stay in bed, for the love of God!” as I said above, it’ll be, “Get out of bed, for the love of God, or so help me, I’ll drag you out!” or something like that. Of course, for that, I’ll probably need Seymour’s help. Three boys vs. one mom? I wouldn’t stand a chance. 🙂


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