(Extra)Ordinary

I wanted my life to be

a never-ending series of highs—

success after success,

a bottomless sundae,

each with a red cherry on top.

Ordinary bored me.

I craved extra:

extra money,

extra noise,

extra drama,

extra waste.

I turned up the speakers

to drown out my doubts.

When I was winning,

my insecurities stayed silent.

I chased the exotic, the dangerous, the unknown,

Believing I’d rather be dead

than average.

I bore the weight of snowy peaks,

wandered through the deepest caves.

Undiscovered territory lit my flame,

but the light never lasted long. 

If God is everywhere,

She must be in the little things too—

the quiet hum of morning,

the softness of a stream,

the laugh you almost didn’t hear.

Then, without looking I saw it:

Perhaps the extraordinary

is hiding

inside the ordinary.