What 2020 Taught Me

Question. Is it just me or does anyone else recall there being two sets of dishes in your home growing up: one for everyday and one for Special Occasions. Anyone else? I remember as a kid not quite understanding the logic behind this, and as an adult buying completely into it!

Not anymore, thank you 2020.

… and, just as an aside, which I do frequently and unapologetically – you’ll get used to it – how special does the occasion have to be to warrant the best dishes? Like, neighbor stopping in for tea? This does not sound terribly special to me, but I’m not that social so… I mean, what’s the specialness factor? How special is special? This all is confusing to me as I have “awakened” in 2020.

Anyhoo, yes and thank you to 2020! No more wondering if something is special enough anymore. (You can’t see me but I’m doing the Snoopy-dance.)

Now I use the best dishes I own to serve FurButt her chow mixed with tortilla chips. (For all y’all saying, hey don’t feed your dog human food… look away. She is a whore for my chicken soup and has never met a salty-crunchy she’d say no to. She’s healthy and happy so we’re going with it.)

I use the best dishes I own to serve popcorn to Husband.

I use the best dishes I own to share cookies with Bestie and family.

I use the best dishes I own to burn one of those big fat candles on. And I have even used my best dishes to stick a few flowers from the garden in.

My best dishes are no longer just for dinner, for special occasions, for just every so often. And not because my best dishes are no longer my best dishes. They still are! But because I see now that every single day, every meal, it’s ALL worthy of the best dishes.

And this is my big lesson of 2020. Every moment is special. Every moment is amazing and noteworthy.

In 2020, the mundane revealed itself in a new and beautiful way – a way I’d never seen before – the everyday showed up as extraordinary.

I have stopped rating each day. I have begun wearing makeup to clean the tub. I have started donning my favorite shirt just to sit on the couch and watch a movie. I now embrace every day, every moment, as the best one ever. Worthy of makeup, my hippie tee, and my best dishes.

And this has made all the difference.

(For her part, FurButt will eat off of any dish at all. Or even the floor. Or out of the toilet. She’s pretty flexible this way.)

Writing Every Day Down.

Hugs,

Lisa

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