I almost didn’t write today. I mean it’s 20:00 and I am only committing to putting something down.

Today was just one of those days that felt like it didn’t need to be remembered. I woke up, took a shower, had stale oats, drove to work and sent what felt like a million follow up emails. That was it, it really was a boring day even by my standards. I mean yes, I did stain my shirt in the exact same spot my husband stained his shirt even though he’s not home, that was cool but other than that nothing.

Some days are just like that. They come and they go. They bring nothing extraordinary be it sadness or happiness, they sort of just be.

Even now as I sit on my couch, writing this and trying my best to reflect I cannot for the life of me think of one exciting thing (except the shirt stain thing, that was pretty cool). At this point all I can do is congratulate myself on making it through the day. This day that didn’t ask much from me except for me to show up, work and eat a very dull salad.

So I am going to just be thankful to the mundane right now. Thankful that the lack of ups and downs in my day meant that I had no spikes in my anxiety. Thankful that I woke up and went to work and made it back home safely. Thankful that I had tea, thankful that I can missed the power outage while at work, thankful that I married someone whose clumsiness matches mine. Thankful that today I am here, sitting on the most comfortable couch in the world, with a book, a cut up mango and Gilmore Girls filling the silence.