Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on news.
The news that I met him.
The news that he asked me.
The news that we walked down the aisle.
The news that we found jobs, careers and bought our first and forever home.
The news that she was coming
and then that she was here.
The news she was going to be a big sister
and that he was here.
The news of the house, all of the renovations.
The news of people getting ill, diseases being diagnosed.
It seems as though we are always announcing something.
Some big, exciting news.
Or news of tragedy, news of pain.
But, the announcements, the news of big, of exciting, even of tragedy and hurt,
that's not the everyday.
The everyday is the boring.
The everyday is the mundane.
The everyday is the real.
The everyday is the place where you have to find your humor
your tired bones have to keep moving in the everyday.
The news, it's all very exciting, it's all about the roller-coaster ride of life.
But real life, real everyday is in the small moments of love.
"The book of love is long and boring"
and that is where you find courage