Often times, we lament and grumble about the staleness of routine, the boredom of everyday activities. I find myself doing this a lot; I can’t help it. I am always looking for adventure, I am always longing to be somewhere else, and my head is constantly in the clouds.
Waking up this past Friday and seeing the devastation that has hit Japan was like a slap to my ever wandering brain. It made me stop, think, be grateful for the routine. I am glad I can wake up at the same time and when I hit the light switch, my room is magically lit in the glow of innovation. I am grateful to look outside and not see my world as I knew it floating away in a show of tremendous strength by the ocean. I am glad to just see cars, traffic, and the cloudy sky. I am grateful I can open my fridge, powered by electricity, and drink cool, fresh, clean and crisp water. I don’t have to conserve it, or stop myself because it is the last drop; no, in my routine, I am grateful to have an endless supply. I am also keenly aware that this can change at any time; however; and I stop for a minute, to enjoy how fortunate I have to have something so simple as an endless supply of clean water.
As I went about the weekend, there were things that (naturally) annoyed me. But when I found myself drifting into that complaining, bad, place, I thought about all the people who lost their houses, their loved ones, their sense of “normalcy.” I shrugged off my small problems. So there’s a line at the grocery store—so what?? At least I still have a grocery store to go to.