Every Wednesday night, Lee and I have a date night. During the last few weeks, we made our way to REI and stocked up on all things camping and glamping. With a roomy sleeping bag and sleeping pad in tow, we made our way to Lake Murray in Oklahoma. I had moderate expectations for this weekend, but I'll admit I was a little nervous about having nothing to do in the middle of nowhere.
I have a habit of thinking that the exotic, extraordinary things of the world are always beyond my reach.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't a (sort of) normal white girl from Dallas because normal people aren't shiny or interesting or fascinating to passersby. They are often overlooked and under appreciated, and I hate feeling that way.
But here, sitting on a perfectly normal dock, in perfectly lovely Oklahoma, I realized that in my search for the extraordinary, I often overlook what is truly beneficial. Two days off the grid (for the first time in probably 18 months) did more for me than I can calculate right now.
Ordinary and extraordinary people alike, at some point in the day, we all share the same sunset.