In the Middle of Nothing Extraordinary

Rest inside of it.

There’s a kind of peace that only begins to show up when you stop chasing the extraordinary. When you let go of the idea that every moment has to hold some great meaning, or lead somewhere specific. When you start noticing how much life lives in the ordinary — how much can be held in a single, quiet hour.

It’s easy to believe that solitude is something to avoid. That stillness is empty unless it produces something beautiful, reflective, useful. But the truth is, stillness has a rhythm of its own. And it often speaks only when you’ve stopped trying to extract something from it.

This season may not be marked by big revelations or dramatic change. The walk may be just a walk. The morning may feel flat. But that doesn’t mean it’s meaningless. Not every experience has to become a breakthrough. Not every quiet day is a sign that you’re missing something. Sometimes, it’s just life doing what life does — moving in and out like breath, like waves, like light across a wall.

And there’s something sacred about learning how to simply be. Not perform, not produce, not improve — just.. exist, fully and softly. To choose solitude, not as a last resort, but as a gift. As something stolen back from the noise. As something gently reclaimed.

Albert Camus wrote: "Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself... steal some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be."

Maybe that’s what’s being asked of you right now. Not to figure it all out. Not to rush into clarity. But to sit in this space, this subtle in-between, and remember that you’re allowed to be whole even when nothing extraordinary is happening.

Let the ordinary moments stand on their own. Let the slow mornings, the aimless walks, the quiet evenings hold weight. Let them be enough, just as they are.

You don’t need to find the meaning today. You just need to exist in it.

x, Cassandra