Lately the chatter has been around “living the extraordinary life.” Most of this chatter originates with men. Men have been preoccupied with being extraordinary for a long, long time.
John O’Hurley recently mentioned in an interview on the Florence Henderson Show that his grandfather had told him as a young boy that he could “live an ordinary life or an extraordinary life.” And the choice was up to him. John was born in 1954. That would make his grandfather born circa 1900, if not earlier.
Dr Wayne Dyer reiterated this dialectical thought in his latest PBS lecture Wishes Fulfilled. Then he defined an ordinary life as being a faithful spouse, holding a job for many years, paying your bills on time, and being an honest and honorable person. That’s not ordinary to me though; in fact, statistically, it’s a life very few people in the US lead.
I suppose every person has to define for him/herself what is an ordinary vs an extraordinary life. And if having one or the other sort of life is worthwhile. Maybe being extraordinary at living the ordinary life is the greatest talent of all? Making the ordinary, extraordinary? Elevating the “mundane”?
I suppose my bias today stems from a new purchase, an ordinary teapot, and yet . . . it truly is extraordinary!