The sun was rising and the day was at the door. She opened her eyes involuntarily and looked out the window. Yet another regular day. But something inside her disagreed. Maybe it was not a regular day. Maybe today would be different. Maybe today was the day when her life would change.
The sudden flow of optimism was interrupted by the same phrase she said everyday: This is just another regular day. Nothing is going to change. Nothing will be different.
Then she set out to do whatever she was supposed to do. Breakfast, commute, work, lunch, work, commute, dinner, Netflix and sleep. Tomorrow, she would wake up to just another regular day.
She was right. Today was just another day. Nothing had changed. Nothing was different. The optimistic flow was just another passing fad.
To Write or not to Write and What to Write 
Thank you for sharing!… just like all the creatures of this world, each day is different, unique and special in its own way, “not” just another day.. not to mention that she woke up on the green side of the grass to witness the day, there are those that cannot say that… 🙂
“Yesterday is a memory, tomorrow remains a mystery, today is a new adventure. Greet it with open arms, a open heart, a open mind and a smile. Enjoy it because it won’t come again.” (Larry “Dutch“ Woller )
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It may be, but the regularity often prevails. Maybe there is excitement in the regularity.
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There is if one looks for it… 🙂
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Hold the optmistic flow of thought with faith. Meditate and visualize it unfolding and FEEL what it would feel like to experience that day as if it has already happened. Carry that feeling, that hope and that vision into your day – everyday.
Then Repeat the exact same thing every morning until your conceptualized experience arrives.
Have faith.
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Should try!
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I often find that those regular days have some of the greatest beauty and potential in them. Just depends on how we approach the day. Hope you are having a wonderful day!😃😺🍁🍂
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I had an ok day:) there is something in each day. I think I fail to see it in the regularity after a while. But the regularity hides the beauty in it. I should dig in and find it.
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Yes, sometimes it’s necessary to look a little to find that beauty in each day, but it’s always there. Regularity in days has many good points. Since injuring myself a week ago and finding out it will be several more weeks before I’m back to normal, I am looking forward to those regular days again. But even in this beauty is there ready to share itself. Have a wonderful weekend!😃😺🌨⛄
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That is a nice example! You have a good day too! I wish you a very quick recovery!
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Thank you so very much!😁
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True and well written.
Our thoughts create our reality. Be careful what you tell yourself Betul 😇🤗
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I think I am not that careful about it because I just want to be true to what I feel so I can understand me. When this phase passes, I will try to watch out for what I tell myself more:)
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Ha ha ..
All the best Betul
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Oh how this hit home for me. I can’t even BEGIN to explain. Except to say that up until I was 32 years old, I was called and considered myself “an ultimate optimist.” Some people would say “You’re a dreamer.” And I would say “No. I’m a BELIEVER and a WORKER.” I failed at very little.
Today, people would not believe what I have become. Every single morning I wake up, and for a moment, I am myself. I have the same perspective I have had every day of my life. Then, I sit up. I remember where I am, what my life has become, who I have become. Despite the fact that I have crawled up from the initial black hole I was chucked into in 2012, I’m only part of the way. I’m not sure I can ever make it all the way back out. I’m still trying. But, it’s super hard, especially when I sit up every morning to face “another regular day”. Some days, maybe 1 in 10, I make it out of bed, 6am, and I manage to get something done, before I run out of steam. I get frustrated. I get worn out. I get knocked down for the next few days. The optimist disappears for a while.
I get it. Every word of this resonates with me. Might even print it out and tape it beside my bed.
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Thank you a lot for this contribution! I have a similar story too. I used to be all-happy, ever-optimist type of person. I saw the good sides in literally in everything until a few years ago.Then it started switching towards pessimism and in the past year, it went to the other extreme. Now, I am trying to pull it towards the middle, but I miss those days when I was naturally happy. Maybe, I was imbalanced then as well. Too much happiness is not real. But at least, I was happy. The unhappiness also left me without a goal in life.
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I do completely understand. More than I could ever say. I LOVE the name of your blog, and I read the “About” section. I disagree with you though. I don’t think too much happiness is unreal. I say that because I came from an extremely, more than most can imagine, really messed up childhood. My teen years I was an adult, my early 20’s with two kids and my marriage on a sinking ship, lots of hardship, hurt, lies, all through it. I tell people still that a week of my life in those years, could have filled a season of Jerry Springer and a couple law and order episodes. Every single week.
Through all of THAT, I remained positive. I did what was required to make a life. Went to college, even righted my marriage across the country and 4 years. I never stopped believing I could do the things everyone said I couldn’t. I may not have been happy in the traditional sense, but I was “that person”. I didn’t just put on a show of being bubbly, helpful, etc…. the person everyone knew, wanted to be around, went to for help, I WAS that person. I cried. Yeah. But, then I made a plan, for up and got back to work. Now, when I have most of the things I worked for, I’ve lost something very important to me. Internally. I’ve been forced physically and mentally into something that stripped away everything I have always been. I SHOULD be happy NOW. But, I’m not. It’s no ones fault either. Just a hand I was dealt that I don’t really know how to cope with. I’m still trying. But, for some reason, I just don’t have what it takes to throw that shiny positive spin on it, and every plan I make ends in fear and procrastination. The difference is not about external reality, friend. I don’t think. I think it’s about internal reality. What we SEE when our inner self looks around us. I should have been a miserable, hateful, angry, disenchanted, even vengeful person back then. I had every right to be. But, to all accounts, people that I still know today, agree that I was the very opposite of everything I should have been. To be clear, I’m not any of those things now. I’m just…. lost. So, maybe… maybe that’s part of the issue. Maybe we are lost inside. Maybe in order to be happy, we have to ….. I dunno, have a plan? Believe in ourselves? Forget that the world is what it is, and find some sort of innocence again? I really don’t know. I can assure you, if I did, I’d be doing THAT thing. Not grasping at straws, hoping to find an answer.
Listen, I write. A lot. So much. Lol. It’s funny that I used to write on my blog. Now I really don’t. I’m trying to urge myself to do that. There’s a peculiar…. fear? Now. That I once did not have. I find myself spending more time replying to people, commenting, than I do actually publishing my own words. I can’t even manage to actually fill in the “about” page on my own blog. I usually start writing to answer questions. Others, but usually my own. I work out the answers as the words appear in front of my eyes. Often, these days, my questions go unanswered. As if a black hole swallowed up all of my rationale and comprehension.
But, I will tell you this because it’s one thing I do believe in, even if I am struggling to reinsert it in my own life. You can be happy. Happiness is not a tangible thing. It’s solely on the inside. But, it IS something you can GIVE. The more you give, the more you HAVE. If you give truly and without expectation. That’s what always makes me happiest. To give. It comes back to me in the most bizarre random ways. Usually right when I need it most. It’s just that it’s so very hard to shine in a deep black pit. It’s really super hard to pour some love into someone else, when you don’t have a drop of it left in yourself. But, don’t give up. Please. Never give up. And if you ever want to “blah blah blah” about whatever, writing, living, pulling back to the middle, spinning off the side of a mountain, the coffee requirements for surging the day, or theories on the meaning of life, the universe and everything (Cuz I STILL have no idea how to get to 42, except in age but I’m not quite there yet and my husband has passed it up, and didn’t have anything particularly useful what him on the head that birthday…🤷🏻♀️)… feel free to reach out.
I’ll answer. It’s part of what I do and who I am and it makes me happy. And maybe some day, I’ll stop procrastinating on my own writing so much. I await that day with anticipation. Lol. Maybe someday I’ll get around to explaining the meaning behind the name of my blog. It only took four years of thinking on it to come up with it. So, I’ve still got a year or so to explain it. 😁
Till then, I wish you happy writing.
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What a great comment! Thank you so so much for it! First, this comment could easily be a blog post -and a very good one-. I am sure you will naturally start posting again once you are ready. You got what you need, just the timing is not right yet. Other than that, I felt so connected with everything you said. I did not have a traumatic childhood, nor have I got married or had kids. In terms of actual experiences, we are not very much alike. But I see one big common point: When I used to feel happy all the time, these were my harder years. But I felt the joy of life much more intensely, which gave me a natural way to stay happy. I felt the joy of helping people, although I was having issues myself. Then, when my life was ‘objectively good’, meaning that there seemed to be nothing wrong from the outside, it started going downhill. That coincides with the time when I got isolated from people, which might also be a factor in this change. It took the joy of giving from me. Maybe I got tired trying to stay happy in the face of all the difficulties all these years. Or maybe there is something that helped me stay on my foot in these difficulties and I lost my balance when I did not have them. Now, I am trying to achieve this balance. I am not happy all the time, but I am content all the time. At least, that is how I feel on my conscious. Will I be that ever-happy person again? I don’t know. But I am trying to go from the negative to the neutral for the time being. Time will tell if I should or will go to the position. Right now, I know I can’t achieve that because my state is not ready for it. Maybe what we all need is some time and a trust in the process.
PS: Thank you a lot for all the compliments! It means so much!
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