One of my favorite prayers, which reminds me that the mundane day is to be honored:

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure that you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.
-Mary Jean Iron

Back in the day, when I was addicted to wild swings in my brain chemistry, a normal day would make me think I was bored. I thought what I wanted was to be entertained or inspired at all times – everything was about the stimulation, but that stimulation had to come from outside of myself. I made myself a victim to my life.

These days, I honor the fact that I need to recharge my batteries. Downtime is precious and, honestly, has to be scheduled. But a mundane day doesn’t have to be about recharging my batteries; it can simply be a day without drama. I love those days.

We forget, sometimes, to treasure the routine day where nothing out of the ordinary happens. Oh, how we long for those days when everything is in chaos.

Use the quiet, the routine, to look for the little blessings, the small magic. Allow the normal day to be a sort of meditation, where Spirit can speak to you and show you things. Cultivate and grow your appreciation in those spaces where nothing unexpected happens. Recharge your batteries in each little moment, revel in the comfort of your routine. All too soon, it will be gone.