Yesterday was a crazy, hectic day, starting with a mad dash to get children and their respective stuff out the door to school and ending with complex emails to set up things for today. What came in between, I'm not even quite sure, but I was quite sure that today would be exactly the same--at least on the crazy, hectic score. But, while there were definitely some similar morning mad dashes, what, on paper, should have been just as looney a day turned out quite different after all. No day is really ever just like the one before it.
Now, this ought to be obvious. Each day has its own date. Each day is someone's (well, a lot of someones') birthday. And no one I know would argue that his or her birthday is exactly the same as the day before or after. And even if you do the exact same thing every day, who's to say that the hundreds of people with whom you interact each day will also do exactly the same thing?
Counting on the repetition (good or bad) is probably an age-old survival skill. If you know, based on yesterday, what to expect today, you can protect yourself. You can do things better, or at least, more efficiently. And you can ultimately be bored to death, because, like Bill Murray's character in Groundhog Day, you are seeing literally the same thing every day.
I girded myself for battle today, assuming it would be just like yesterday. Except today wasn't just like yesterday. Because today never is.
Thank goodness for that.
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