Have you ever stopped to realize that every day has its own, unique quality? That it may feel, on superficial analysis, like every day that came before, and which you expect to come after, but that this does not come close to plumbing the possible depths of the “ordinary”?
If memory serves, John Wooden’s father–a hard working, pious, and simple man–told him to “Make every day your masterpiece.”
Think of your life. Think of every day as a canvas hanging on the wall. How many did you paint, and how many did someone else scribble something on so you could mark the day “Done”?
Every day of your past, and every day–EVERY DAY–of your future will have slightly different shading, texture, form, theme, than the other days. Why not interact with it as art, accept the inevitable banalities of life with the sensitivity they don’t seem to merit, and CREATE as you move experiences that you can call creative, each and every day?
You work differently every day. Even your sleep, your dreams, your movements in the night, differ in subtle ways.
If change is a universal, why not invite it home to dinner and become good friends?