A Squirrel Shops for Dresses

The funny thing about days is that the same one never comes twice. Mondays are traditionally the worst days of the week because they start a school or work week, but I've had Fridays that were more tragic than a month full of Mondays.

I've heard friends bemoan the travesty of a mundane day, that their lives never change, that day in and day out, nothing interesting happens. There are times when I identify with this sentiment, however, I've found that the "rituals" of our lives never happen the same way twice. There are horrid days, tragic, and splendid days, days of sunshine, days of rain, an earthquake on one day, a thunderstorm on another, a boring day, a cold day, a surprisingly fun day, a day of routine and a day of wild freedom.

One day, while visiting a vintage shop in Burlington, VT, a squirrel sauntered in through the second story window via a nearby tree branch. The squirrel, presumably a female for her interest in dresses, tight-roped along the top of a dress wrack. My friend, the shop-owner and I, watched and laughed as the squirrel stood on her hind legs and turned to peer at a red dress on the wall. The shop owner unnecessarily tried to chase the animal away with a rod, because before he reached the wrack, the squirrel made its way back to the window.

Moments such as unexpectedly finding yourself watching a squirrel dress shop, mundane changes such as different cloud formations in the sky, and unusual conversations with friends or strangers, add to the uniqueness that is each day of our lives.

The trick is to face each day with the expectation that you will see a moment never before experienced and learn to hold even the mundane days with a sense of awe.