After sporadic blogging over the past couple of years, I found myself avoiding my blog altogether. Often out of being tired enough that I wasn’t sure I could string coherent sentences together, but more so because I’ve just let life crowd out my enjoyment of writing.
So I’m starting over, kind of. I want to breathe fresh life into this blog. Really, it needs to be resuscitated– quite possibly with an AED as well as CPR. So after choosing a new name and a new look, I’m ready to give writing some time again.
I hesitated in picking the word “mundane” to use as in my new title. While my life is often somewhat repetitive and by most definitions, not super exciting, I don’t exactly consider it dull or lacking interest. But it does fit in the sense that my life is often that of the everyday, the ordinary. And then there is the fact that the word “mundane” is becoming more commonly used in many circles, especially it seems, in mommy/women bloggers. So there’s that.
Oh, and the dancing. Yeah, that’s not really my gift. I have decent musicality, I love music and I love to move, but I do not qualify as a “dancer”. So given all of this, titling this blog “Dancing in the Mundane” may seem a little off. But to me, it’s perfect. Life isn’t clearly defined by set terms, at least, mine certainly isn’t. And when this blog title popped into my head, it felt right because it wasn’t a 100% perfect description. It traces the lines of my life without filling them in, and I find comfort in that. My ordinary, everyday life is sometimes tedious, often repetitive, and with three children 6 and under, frequently tiresome! I stay home with my children, which I sincerely love, and on top of that I homeschool, which I also love. Most days. And of course, being home with young children does allow for some mundane to creep in. But I want to dance through it. Crazy, goofy, sometimes graceful, aspiringly joyful dancing right through the routine diaper changes, the stereotypical-for-a-reason never-ending laundry, the shouts of both frustration and joy when learning something new, and the little arms thrown around me for a hug that can make all the hard stuff worth it.
That is the life I want. A life that offers praise to God through every bit of it- whether dancing with arms open wide or teeth clenched tight. And ironically, as I did look up the word mundane with the help of ever-present Google, I learned something else about it. A secondary definition of mundane is “of or relating to this world or earth as contrasted with heaven”. One of the first things I hope anyone will realize about me is that I’m a follower of Jesus Christ, so the idea of this world here being mundane speaks to me in a deeper way. It’s not our ideal, it’s not our final home. I want to dance through it in anticipation of what is to come, making the most of what CS Lewis called “the Shadowlands” and knowing there is ever more color ahead. I want to redefine a life mundane into a life extraordinary. Not due to a change in circumstances but due to a change in perspective, in vision, in attitude. Because, really, life is extraordinary, and those mundane moments are what define it.
Even when I have a toddler that likes to wipe his nose on my shirt. A lot.