Ordinary in a special way

?You know, I always thought I was gonna be, I don?t know, special. But I?m not. I?m just an ordinary person. And that?s OK. Because you make me special.? ? ?Hope Floats?

Throughout my adult years of decision-making I?ve said yes a lot. To paintballing, tomato plant starters, a lab puppy, one drink too many, infomercials, a couple pairs of overpriced shoes, extra butter on my popcorn, and most recently, hot peppers.

Most of these have worked out alright. Not as much on the peppers.

So, you see, I?ve done and regretted. And been thankful. I?ve said the wrong things at the wrong times. Thought the right things that I never said. Took a paintball to the leg. Even grown real live tomatoes. And working on two real live kids. Just like some of you, I am guessing.

Yet it?s frustrating to know what to say five minutes after the opportunity to say it has passed, or to never know what should have been said at all. And it?s frustrating to wake up to the after effects of that extra indulgence, whether it?s expensive wedges or one more shot of butter.

It?s not fun to admit any and all of the above. But past the difficulty in doing that, it?s liberating because at least one other person is thinking the same thing, or worse about themselves. The reality of being in good company changes everything.

Steven Rogers taught me that.

Steven Rogers, that guy from Seattle you?ve probably never heard of, is someone I don?t know, but I know his talent. He produces (productive in the way that leads to an end result?a huge encouragement for flighty procrastinator types) art through screenwriting. He wrote ?Hope Floats,? a story with as much ordinary emotion as?well, life.

Maybe being such a girl, I just fall too easily for this stuff. I mean the name alone: ?Hope Floats.? Genius. It set the scene for one of the most moving quotes of the movie, a conversation between the main character, Birdie, and her daughter. Bernice:

??That?s what Momma says. She says that beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it?s the middle that counts the most. Try to remember that when you find yourself at a new beginning. Just give hope a chance to float up. And it will….?

So, let me say it while I am thinking it. Thank-you, Steven Rogers, for digging up those sigh-inducing words. You da man.

I?m liberated through connections like that. I may beat myself up for stumbling. I slosh around in self-pity when things don?t go my way. But as I get older (which I?m getting pretty good at), I am trying to appreciate the normal-ness of my life. Good and bad.

I wish I didn?t have to deliberately remind myself of all the amazing things my ordinary life brings. But I do. I guess that makes me…human? Special? Ordinary? It?s hard to say.

So I?ll let Steven Rogers sum it up through Birdie: I am my own crown of thorns. Just like everybody else.

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