Everyday Ordinary Miracles

      Today is opening day for the Padres, and I feel a little sad that I don’t really care. I wonder if anyone I know is at the game. I hope they win. But, other than that, and mentioning it here for prosperity’s sake, I am not concerned. I am slightly curious about the March Madness about to happen. After round one, we were in first place! After round two we were in fifth. There will be eight winners in round three, of which we only have the opportunity to win seven. That’s not fantastic. There’s still a little hope, but it’ll take a miracle. Well, maybe not a miracle. That word seems to be thrown around too much. I think it takes away from the idea that there are miracles. If we call things that aren’t necessarily miraculous “miracles,” then we may blind ourselves to the real ones. Wait, this just popped in: what if all the little things are miracles!? Maybe miracles happen so often we’ve become blind to them!? I mean, technically the fact that I’m writing this, and you’re reading it, is a miracle. The fact that we exist at all, is a miracle. Hence, anything that happens to us, is miraculous!  Wouldn’t that be uplifting if you walked around all day thinking everything that happened to you was miraculous? I know perspective shapes everything we encounter, and supposedly we are in charge of our perceptions, so technically, we could. But, I’m also a firm believer in balance. We can’t know “miraculous” without experiencing “non-miraculous.” Thus, it wouldn’t really work to experience everything as “miraculous.” Unless of course, you started dividing things into different levels of “miraculous.” If you started to perceive things as “more miraculous” and “less miraculous,” then perhaps you would be able to differentiate “Godly Miracles” from the normal, everyday, ordinary “miracles.” If that were the case, and I think it may be, then I imagine we’d end up in a similar situation as I’m mentioning now: coming to see the normal, everyday, ordinary miracles, as nothing.

     Whoa, I need my SCUBA suit for that one! (Because it’s so deep) Sorry, I’m not sure you needed the explanation, I thought I’d include it “just in case.” Anyway: I certainly didn’t know that’s where I was going. I wasn’t sure where I was going to go, so that kind of helped. I guess. I will try to be more “miracle minded” from now on. I may be on to something. I’m telling you: sometimes those tangents are gold! And it’s strange too, because I still keep doubting myself, as to whether or not there is any validity in doing this. I was lying down, trying to fall asleep the other night, and this kept popping in my head. Part of me is worried that if something weird were to happen, I don’t want this to be seen as some kind of manifesto. I don’t know what could possibly happen, but it popped in. Part of me feels like posting a bunch of random nonsense, that no one reads is a waste of time. Part of me feels that I wouldn’t really want anyone I know to read it, because I complain a lot, and divulge personal information. Although, I’m not really sure those last two are true, but it popped in, so I popped it out. Part of me feels like it would probably be boring to most people. Although, I was talking to some people, not too long ago, and they were mentioning that they wish more blogs were just the mundane details of someone’s life. I found that interesting. Very interesting! But I still did not tell them about this. And yet, it’s important to me. I enjoy doing it. I hope to some day be better at it. I’ve noticed that without being in multiple active bands, I don’t have nearly that much to say. Then, part of me feels that now I say more real things, instead of delineating my life. Which is what I’d rather be doing.

     So, it gets confusing. I feel that if anyone, other than you, were to read this it would sound whiny, boring, or mean. That can’t be good. I wouldn’t want it to be any of those things. I don’t think it is any of those things. But, somewhere I must, because it keeps coming up. And then I get the little “miracle” paragraph, and am reminded of the coolness that can come from it. I hope to one day have “real” things to write about. It probably still won’t be a swashbuckling epic, but not mundane. But, until then: Last week’s Equinox dinner was great! I wouldn’t say it is as good as the ones downtown, but pretty close. I ate so much, I didn’t eat for almost 24 hours afterwards. I don’t like that feeling. I only overeat a couple of times a year, and, last Thursday, I was reminded why: I don’t like it! But the food was delicious. I’ll definitely suggest it to my parents. Saturday’s party was nice. A bunch of us went out to GOB for some barbeque. It was the camping group. I was a little nervous because Lance, the new guy I’m jamming with, had said to keep it on the downlow. And, we were going to see the very people I thought I should not say anything to. However, by the end, it seemed like everyone was talking about it. Some people, it was the first thing they said to me. I was kind of like: I thought I wasn’t supposed to say anything. I don’t know. It didn’t get weird. In a way, it was exciting. People are excited about the “new” band, and excited that I am a part. I was a little caught off guard. It seemed like the “singer” especially was stoked to have me on board. It almost felt like me being on board, gave him the push to get on board. I was floored! It felt good though, another group of people glad to be able to play with me. Oh well, I guess I’ll just see where this little mundane miracle takes me.