The Story Behind the Blog

The following was once said to me, many years ago. 

“No offence, but I want my life to be exceptional.” 

Years later, I am fully aware that this statement communicated far more about the person who said it and their dissatisfaction in life than anything about the choices made in my own. Clearly, their concept of the exceptional came closer to a definition of “famous” or “overworked,” neither of which are goals of mine.

I invite you, dear reader, to consider this: what is exceptional to you? What do you, intrinsically and personally, find exceptional? And, to bring the question in another direction: is there not wonder in the unexceptional, if you so choose there to be?

There is nothing wrong in being unexceptional. I embrace the word and take it back. Yes, the life I lead is one that might seem similar to countless others. I have titles that billions of others have as well: wife, mother, artist, writer. But I find solace in that fact: it means I am not alone. Whether my life is exceptional isn’t for others to decide. Finding the exceptional in the very normal and mundane is how I choose to live my life.

So, dear reader, will you join me in this endeavour?