Today is a really nice day. It’s a little cloudy, but every now and then a small ray of sunshine beams through and lands directly where I’m sitting, so now my back is a better temperature than the rest of my body.
I’ve just made myself a cup of tea and some breakfast. I didn’t time it very well though, so by the time I had finished eating I was just pouring the milk into my tea. But that’s okay, because now I can sit here drinking my tea in the sun while I blog. Because I haven’t blogged in a little while (I think about a week, I know right).
One of my favourite things, which I’m sure I’ve mentioned before (besides chai tea and overalls and sunflowers and all those funky things) is when someone writes about the smallest moment and manages to make it the biggest.
It inspires me because life is made up of those small moments, and whilst action-packed books and movies can be great, to draw out real life and make it important means more to me than someone who can write an amazing sword fight scene. Though, that is impressive because I couldn’t do that. It would end up like this:
“Swish-swash stabby-stabby you be deeeead.”
I can’t find the blog post where I wrote about this, but one of the best things I’ve ever read and has always stuck with me was this whole page about an old married couple eating breakfast. It is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read. Another short story we had to read in English class in year eleven also had some of the best descriptions ever; the author went into detail about what this guy was having for breakfast and the description was so accurately amazing. The way cooked tomato and the juicy grapefruit were described still blows my mind; I don’t know how the author did it.
(Also I just realised both of those instances were about breakfast. On second thought, maybe the writing wasn’t good, it was just the fact it was about food.) (Kidding.) (Mostly.)
Anyway, point is, writing about real life inspires me. Reading about real life inspires me. In fiction, as well as other blogs. You know, blogs where ordinary people talk about their ordinary lives and make me want to implement something that they offer into my own life; I think that’s an incredible talent.
How did I get onto this topic? Because lately, I feel like I haven’t had much to blog about. But before I started writing this blog post, I stood outside briefly. The breeze was calm, my plants looked healthy and I just thought “This is every day life and it’s beautiful so why would I need to write about anything else?” Why would I feel the need for something to ‘happen’ to me to blog about, when the average things that we don’t always notice are what life is made up of? We can’t all write sword-fighting scenes (swish-swash stabby-stabby) (I just wanted to write that again) but we all have a life and we all go through the motions of being a person.
Take yesterday, for instance. My alarm was set for 7:10 in the morning so I could go for a run before it got too hot. Well, when I woke up yesterday, it was 8:30 and I was very confused.
Until I saw that I had set my alarm to 7:30 at night.
Now, you may be thinking what an idiot, but I bet there is someone out there reading this blog who has done that. Okay, maybe not necessarily reading this blog, but there is at least one other person out in the world who has done that, I’m sure.
Ordinary life. Nothing too exciting, but a story that made up a part of my day. And because I didn’t go for a run, I drank a cup of tea and painted my nails instead (I really nice deep brown, actually). Another story that made up a part of my day. Kind of mundane, kind of not something you actually want to read about on my blog, but real life, campers, real life.
Okay. I think my weird rant-thing is over, so drink lots of water and read whatever you want; read a sword fight scene (swish-swash stabby-stabby), read about breakfast, don’t read at all if you don’t want to. I aint the boss of you.