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 common.
Go.
That's what we have become...common.
Common, ordinary, boring love.
With 40 around the corner
and a mortgage
and careers
and two blue eyed kids
and lawns to take care of
and dinner to make
and homework to do
and bags to pack
and lunches to make
and bills to pay
common, ordinary love.
But, as I keep reminding us,
and in times of disconnect will myself to believe,
it's so easy to love during the good and even easy to love during the bad.
It's the common and ordinary and boring that takes work.
And it is in the common and ordinary and boring that we spend the majority of our time.
It is in the common and ordinary and boring that we need to remember the simple meaning of touching toes and holding hands.
It is in the common and ordinary and boring that the "I love yous" mean a little more, even when they are said just out of routine.
It is in the common and ordinary and boring that a smile across the room to me, makes me feel connected to you, like we still share what is us.
It is in the common and ordinary and boring that reaching for each other has to be more deliberate.
It is in the common and ordinary and boring that we need to take a few moments to remember us.
It is in the common and ordinary and boring that we need to just hug.
It is in the common and ordinary and boring that we need to remember why and how we started, because the mundane makes you forget.
It is in the common and ordinary and boring that time is fleeting and tearing us apart to be in different places at the same time,
so we need to make time, for us.
It is in the common and ordinary and boring that we need to find our laughter, our humor, our joy, the most.
It is in the common and ordinary and boring that we need to remember, all that we started and why we started and why and how we will continue.
It is in the common and ordinary and boring that we hold on, to what we were, what we are and what we are moving towards,
us.
Stop.
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