As I write this, it’s an unseasonably warm day. Perhaps because of El Niño. Whatever the cause, these warmer days have allowed me to extend my bike riding season, and I’ve been grateful for that.
I was especially looking forward to today because the temperature has reached 73 degrees. But I kept delaying my bike ride, and then the forecast changed. It started raining. It’s a small thing, but I felt genuinely sad about it.
I think when I know that time is limited, I want to squeeze every bit of meaning I can out of it, every bit of adventure I can. I know there won’t be many more days like this before the colder weather settles in, and I want to make the most of them.
But today, I’m giving myself permission to have an utterly unremarkable day. Truth be told, we have lots of those. But I wonder how often we allow ourselves to enjoy them without feeling that we’ve missed an opportunity. What if an ordinary day isn’t something to overcome? What if we can just enjoy it for what it is?
