My 7o something grandmother recently started using Facebook. She has called me a few times, to tell me exciting “news” she learned about my friends via Facebook. Watching her learn how to navigate the Facebook world has been quite fun. That said, she saw the blog I posted the other day.
Staying true to my wonderful grandmother she had something to say about it. (Although, I believe that most mothers and grandmothers have opinions on everything regarding their offspring.) We were out Christmas shopping, when she mentioned the blog. Our conversation went something like this:
Baba: (that’s my name for grandma) I read your blog the other day. It was good, except it sounded like everyone else in the world. Don’t you think it could have been more positive?
Me: Possibly. But, it was honest. I’ve been told that the number one rule for beginning writers is to write what you know, and that is exactly what I did.
Baba: I see. Well, don’t you think it could have been more positive? It was very ordinary.
At this point in the conversation, I began to explain to her that I am very ORDINARY. I work 40 hours a week, I have a boyfriend, a used car, student loans etc.
Her comments on my blog really got me to thinking. (They always do! So, if you are reading this Baba, I appreciated the advice!) I don’t necessarily want to be ordinary. I would love to be extraordinary. But, what does that mean exactly? Do I have to become famous, make millions, or invent something really cool to do that? I’m not sure.
I’m not sure I will ever be an extraordinary person. I will probably never become famous, or super rich and I definitely know I will not be inventing anything. So, instead of being extraordinary, I would like to experience something extraordinary.