Just minutes after midnight with the stroke of President
Obama’s pen, I got my job (and my paycheck) back. Something has been different all day. My
usual workday wake-up call at 5:20 a.m. didn’t seem as painfully early as it
usually does. Despite some confusing
communication relating to calling us back to work, my morning routine was, well,
routine. I walked out of the door at
almost the same time I always do, joyfully accepted my free tabloid paper from
the distributor, and jumped on the escalator down to the train. I waited about two minutes for my train,
changed trains at the normal station, and arrived at work to say “Good
morning!” to the same security guard who frequently greets me.
While my computer was booting up, I took my lunch to the
refrigerator. I headed to a meeting that
I normally just tolerate.
It was at that point that I began to notice something
different this first day back after a 16-day furlough. Although I was doing all the same things, I
was consciously appreciative that I was getting to do them today. After returning to my office and the stacks
that awaited me, I smiled to myself as I joyfully jumped in to another routine
task. Sometimes it takes a jolt out of
the routine to make me appreciate the ordinary.
Today I am celebrating the ordinary.
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