Magic in Mundane

I’ll be the first to admit, I was living in a bubble of misery. I would complain about my life, I felt unhappy with my life choices, I regretted most interactions with people, and I was full of anxiety. I thought as an adult I would just grow out of my anxiety and depression, but the reality is they grew with me.

January 21^st, 2021 is a date where my entire world shattered. Sounds dramatic, but it felt on that day that it was the most life-altering earthquake. I was attacked and dismissed by a person who I called my best friend. To make matters worse, my other best friend sided with them. In a single moment, I lost my two best friends.

I had to get out of town, so I asked my dear friend Taylor if she wouldn’t mind me spending the last three weeks of February with her. She, a true friend, was thrilled at the idea. I tried to find Airbnbs where I could also bring my dog Ruby with me. Unfortunately, a lot of my options were limited due to COVID, so I asked Taylor’s parents if they wouldn’t mind housing me. To my delight, they were happy to have me and Ruby.

While staying in NC, I mentioned I learned things about myself. Another thing I learned is finding magic in the mundane. Living with Taylor’s family made me realize that I don’t tell the people in my life enough how much I love them. Somehow, I had let myself get so caught up in what I thought were mundane life rituals that I forgot to see the magic in it. Here’s an example of what I’m talking about.

I have to take the garbage out at my house. I used to do it grudgingly because I was the only person who did it. In NC, without a second thought, if the garbage was too full, I’d take it out and put a new bag in the container. One time, Taylor’s dad caught me. He was thankful for something I didn’t think twice about doing. Doing a mundane act for someone who appreciates it makes it less of a chore and more of a delight.

Now the best part about this is that I don’t need to do anything for anyone. I can take out the garbage in my house because I enjoy living in a clean space. I get to be grateful that I can even make garbage because I am alive. Making a mess and cleaning it up isn’t a punishment. Sometimes I truly felt that way; afraid to make a mess because I would also have to be the one to clean it up. But picking up after myself isn’t a chore now. It is a delight that I am free to express myself and take care of myself with so much love.

My mother put it best when she said, “you act like you’ve been set free.” She’s not wrong. I finally understand the teachings of my childhood. I’ve finally met the Jesus who says, “Come to me all you who are weary and heavy burden, and I will give you rest.” There is so much more to my story, but you’ll have to keep reading my blogs to know it. 

For now, I leave you with this. You are worthy of love. You are beautifully and wonderfully made. You are enough just as you are. Choose freedom over fear. Choose peace over chaos. Listen to the still small voice. I love because I am loved.