“What is Ordinary Anyways?”

What is Ordinary ?

And why don’t I ever feel like I’ve belonged to it?

I’ve tried—truly. Over the years, I’ve reached for it like a comfortable sweater, that always seems to slip off my shoulder. I hoped would finally fit. I observed others—how easily they slipped into the rhythm of what life was supposed to look like. The way they talk, dress, decide, settle. The way they seem to find peace in the known, in the mapped-out, in the safe. It’s not envy, really. It’s more like a quiet curiosity. A wondering.

Could it be that what they call “ordinary” is something I was never built for?

Maybe it’s just a part of adolescence that never wore off. That lingering feeling of being slightly misplaced, like I was born facing a different direction than most. But if that were true, shouldn’t it have faded by now? Shouldn’t I have outgrown it, like outgrowing the need to question everything?

Yet I never have.

I’ve always lived just to the left of ordinary.

Not out of rebellion.

Not for attention.

But because that’s where my truth seems to breathe.

And truthfully, it can be isolating—to feel like the world moves in a current that never quite carries you. To feel like everyone else was given a script you didn’t receive. They make it look so easy. The fitting in. The simplifying. The not overthinking every emotion, every moment. And you start to wonder, Is something wrong with me?

But then—there are those rare people.

The ones who’ve walked beside me for years.

The ones who’ve seen me through all the phases, masks, and peeling back.

A couple of them—true friends—have held up a mirror when I asked them:

Why can't I just look at things In A Ordinary Way??

And their answer, steady and sure, is always the same:

“Because you never have been ordinary.”

Said not with judgment.

But with love.

With clarity.

With a strange kind of reverence.

So maybe… just maybe, there’s something meaningful in not being ordinary.

Maybe I wasn’t meant to walk the path worn smooth by countless feet.

Maybe the people who’ve stayed beside me all these years never wanted someone who could blend in. Maybe what they saw in me—what they chose—was the part of me I once questioned most.

So today, I’m letting go of the need to wear “ordinary” like a name tag.

It never fit.

It never needed to.

Because ordinary isn’t always the safest place to be.

Sometimes, being unordinary is just what this world might need !

And if my friends wanted something ordinary,

I wouldn’t be in their story.