Not every day needs to be epic.
I know that isn’t what any of us want to hear. That’s the thing about this modern world we live in: everything is on camera. Everything is accessible to social media. It can be instantly snagged, it can be snapped and shared, it can be twittered about, it can be booked next to your face…
We live permanently.
No, not we live permanently in [fill in the blank].
We live permanently, now. There are no takebacks. There is no ease to forget what happened.
Instead, you must permanently erase messages…and hope the recipient did, too. Or you must be cautious that you never photographed; that you monitor your timelines and tags; that you remain conscious, at all times, of how you perceived or how you will be judged.
Our parents no longer go away when we do. They live…and live…and watch…and watch.
Oh, so, like people who should never have become actors, we act every day. We are always on display, always on the stage, and so we make things that should be tiny–
We make our lives, which on a daily basis should be small, and simple, and forgettable, we make them large, and complicated, and–
Hard. We make our lives harder than they need be.
Not every day needs to be epic. Not every decision is final. Not every opinion needs to be heard or heeded. Not every accident needs to be litigated. Not every mistake need be fatal.
Today, for me, was just another day. I:
+ got up
+ went for a swim
+ called a good friend and had a fun, yet deep, conversation about things going on in my life right now
+ shoveled some leftovers into my post-swim hungry maw
+ delved into the social media stream of my past
+ had some laughs with a friend overseas about all of it
+ poured and consumed a nice scotch
+ wrote this
Honestly, it is just another day. I will forget this day. It will dissipate into dust and fragments in my memory and the memory of everyone I touched. It will disappear.
Or, it would have, had I not written this.
I’m not sure which is the better outcome. That I forget it…or that I remember that I intended to forget it, because, we need to get better about being okay with forgetting.
We need to step back in time a bit and start living our lives a little less permanently.
It’s okay for a day to just be…another day.