Finding the Magic in an Ordinary Monday

Okay, this post is 10 days backdate, FYI. I was trying to remember what I did ten days ago and my mind was just… blank. You know that feeling, right? Like the day slipped through some tiny hole in my memory.

So I did what I always do when my brain refuses to cooperate: I opened my photos. And suddenly the day came back, not loudly, but in small familiar whispers.

There it was the imported celery I bought because it looked too green and too crisp to ignore. I don’t even know why it made me happy, but it did. Maybe because I put it on a transparent glass of vas as a substitute of flowers, but edible 😄

Then the salad supplies: lettuce, cherry tomatoes, sweet corn, organic wafu dressing, edamame, almond sea salt. Also, cold presse juices: lady ruby and joyful day. Looking at them now, I can almost feel that tiny spark of intention I had that day. Like I was quietly telling myself let’s try again to be kinder to this body.

And of course the Ayam Kalasan. I remember that moment clearly. I cooked it thinking it would be just okay. But it turned out delicious, way better than expected. It felt like a small win, and I don’t get those every day, so I’ll take it.

Somewhere in between all that, I picked up Crossing the Chasm. I flipped it over and there was my husband’s name on the back cover, printed as the testimonial. I paused for a moment, smiled, and felt that warm little burst of pride you only feel when someone you love is quietly incredible.

Later in the afternoon, the Cleansheet Ranger came. He cleaned every corner of the apartment until it practically sparkled. I remember walking from room to room afterward, feeling like the space had exhaled. It’s funny how a clean home can make your mind feel lighter too.

My husband told me I don’t have to write every day, especially on days like this Monday when nothing special happened and I didn’t go anywhere or meet anyone. And maybe he’s right. But I still want to write.

I want to remember even the most ordinary days because there’s always something tucked inside them. Something small. Something soft. Something worth keeping.

And that’s enough for me.

Monday 10 Nov 2025

Nuniek Tirta Sari

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