A Sentence A Day

Sometimes the days just start running together. I wake up, I work, I work out, I work more, I go home, I eat dinner, I shower, I sleep. What day is it? It’s Wednesday, I think. It might be Monday. Maybe it’s Thursday. Does it matter?

Well, yes. I like Thursday better than Tuesday because Friday is my day off, and I like to commemorate it by doing crazy things like sleeping in and eating pancakes on the beach. Fridays stand out as distinct and separate, because no two Fridays are the same.

But lately the weekdays feel like a four-day-long haze, and I feel like a hamster on a wheel, running and running and arriving at no apparent destination. The deja vu is real. Didn’t I live this day yesterday? Didn’t I already have this conversation?

The difference is in the details. Enter into a moment, see what makes it unique. Smile at a stranger. Listen to a new podcast. Ask someone how they’re doing and really listen to their answer. Try a different coffee drink. Start a new book.

And write about it. At the beginning of the year I committed to writing a sentence a day—it’s a minuscule amount, insignificant really, but it helps me reflect on the day and remember what made it memorable. Then the edges sharpen and it stands on its own, instead of being just another day in a string of meaningless ones. No zero days, my brother likes to say. Make every day matter for its own reason.

March 30. It might be time to consider cutting your hair when the size of your bun earns you a slap on the wrist.

March 31. Food you didn’t have to cook for yourself tastes at least 17% more delicious.

April 1. Holidays with family are usually enjoyable, but holidays with family and puppies are unfailingly blissful.

April 2. Brunch at 10:30 on a Monday is pretty great, but hearing the dentist say my teeth are looking “rock solid” might actually be better than French toast.

April 3. National Beer Day and World Health Day both fall on April 7, and if beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy, then this coincidental juxtaposition is proof that He has a sense of humor and doesn’t want us to take life too seriously.

April 4. Checked the taxes box, and the deadline is still over a week away—cue the sense of accomplishment.

April 5. I may have eaten a cookie for breakfast; also, I realize I tend to write a lot about food and I’m not sorry about it.

And the cool thing about writing a sentence is that the initial words and thoughts tend to trigger more words and thoughts and before you know it, your sentence is a paragraph and you’re just getting started. Your mindfulness exercise turns into a writing exercise turns into a blog post, and it doesn’t even feel like work. It just feels like being present in your own life, which is a really beautiful thing.   

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