Mundane
Sometimes I get stuck in a rut of complacency or even discontent—living with blinders on my eyes or a pall over my emotions. When this happens, life feels ordinary and mundane. Nothing seems important.
Sometimes I get stuck in a rut of complacency or even discontent—living with blinders on my eyes or a pall over my emotions. When this happens, life feels ordinary and mundane. Nothing seems important.
Stephen Colbert, on The Late Show, has a segment called the Colbert Questionnaire. One of the questions is, “If you only had one song to listen to for the rest of your life, what would it be?” I find that an intriguing thought. What song would I never tire of hearing? Could I limit it to one?
I have written a hundred essays for my blog since December 2020. These essays include thoughts about creativity, inspiration, music, songwriting, life, nature, genealogy, language, architecture, and social commentary. They represent a part of my creativity. Expressing ideas through whatever means I have available is important to me. Being creative keeps me sane.
I have kept a journal sporadically through the years. Consistency is not my strong point in this area—and, if I am honest, probably in most endeavors of my life. Life has interruptions. My mood changes. Sometimes I don’t have much to write about—it gets boring rehashing the same old things day after day. My attempts to slow down and keep a journal flow from the desire to live orderly and peaceful.
My husband does all the cooking and grocery shopping. The first thing people always ask me is, “Does he also clean up the kitchen?” My answer is yes. Maybe I am a slow eater, but he always finishes before me. He will then jump up and start washing and cleaning.
Life was hard for my ancestors—especially back in the seventeenth century. One family line came to New Netherland to escape a destroyed homeland. I am not sure life here was any easier for them or their children.
My husband and I recently celebrated our forty-second wedding anniversary. Milestones tend to make me contemplate time gone by—as well as look toward the future.
What do you write about, when you can’t think of anything or you don’t feel inspired? That is a great question. I feel stuck this week. I don’t want to write something just to write—and it be uninteresting or worse yet, not even worth reading.
When I was in the eighth grade, I wrote a paper with the title, “Enthusiasm is Contagious.” I can’t remember what class it was for—but I do remember we had to stand in front of the room and read our paper to the class. I can’t say that anyone was bowled over with my writing or oratory skills. It was memorable because my teacher made a remark that it was an odd choice—I was not the outgoing, spirited type of person. At that moment, I realized people are judged by what is seen on the outside. I am not saying that is bad—it is a natural tendency. We can’t know what goes on inside a person.
Life all around. Are we seeing a mirror or a window? Does the scene reflect who we are or does it give glimpses into people’s lives? It is both.

I am a composer, singer-songwriter, church musician, and writer.
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