Life is made up mostly of average days. That must be true or it would mess up the whole definition of extraordinary or dull. Chances are you don’t even pay much attention to the average day. They’re not particularly memorable. After all, they are… well… just average.
Down here on the Mississippi coast, my average day is unique. Today, for example, I spent the day getting some work done, doing some chores, running errands, making phone calls, and putting together a storage thing for shoes. Oh, I also stopped by the harbor in Biloxi to take a few photos. That’s where “average” for me connects with “special” for lots of others.
I watched a lady with two young boys do a bit of fishing over the outer harbor wall. Those guys will long remember catching fish from the Gulf of Mexico. I saw a boat full of young folks headed out to do some parasailing. I bet that one goes down in someone’s digital scrapbook. Plenty of folks were in boats going out with fishing guides. Some of those people might come back with the catch of their life! Others were cruising along the coast getting a nature tour, learning about shrimping, and getting lessons on life along the coast. Then there were the shrimpers with coolers loaded down with gulf shrimp chilled with crushed ice. Somebody was going to have a rather tasty supper.
I got to see all that in about 30 minutes this afternoon. Every one of those people I saw was enjoying anything but an average day. They were vacationing, trying new things, making memories. Me? I was just observing it all, enjoying the view of other people enjoying the day. Pretty much an average day down here on the beach!
I write this, not to brag that my average day beats your, but to say that I love it that my average is made up of other people’s anything-but-average. If you start looking around at your “average” days, you might discover that it is also made up of special or unusual snippets of activities. I’ve wasted a lot of time ignoring how very special my average days are. They have taken on new meaning since I started to notice what my average days are like. Turns out, “average” isn’t a good word at all. There is a constant variety, things are always changing, and nothing is really the same every day.
I had a pretty special day today. But that’s average for me.