Via Ashlee Gad, the creator of Coffee + Crumbs, on her personal Instagram Tuesday night of last week, I was made aware of Callie Feyen’s $10 download “Forty Days of Writing the Everyday”. I bought it that night and then promptly put it off. And now I have 6 mins (writing this yesterday) before we need to let the dogs out and then head out so of course I’m taking the time do this now. Here’s to writing for 40 days.
I thought about this prompt all day Wednesday, after downloading the prompt list Tuesday night. I wanted to wait until breakfast was more glamorous so I could justify writing about it. Which is ironic really when the deeper point behind this 40-day writing journey is to find the beauty in my everyday life, to just be present, and write about it.
And so, here we are.
I have sat at a different table than usual this past week to eat breakfast.
My husband and I have been house- and dog-sitting this past week. So, our morning routine is altered a bit. Anthony has been working from home for about three weeks since he accepted a new position at a different drafting firm, so he’s been eating breakfast at home. I eat on a bar stool perched at the kitchen island with either my phone propped up against something. Lately it’s been my Bible, though, as I’m trying to get back into the daily habit of reading it.
And there’s nothing fancy about it. It’s a bowl of frosted flakes with whole milk in either a paper bowl or one of the red dishes our friends have. They’re very pretty dishes, by the way.
And this really doesn’t feel poetic to me in anyway.
But I think it will help me find the beauty in the every day. The present day is really the only day we have and if a bowl of Frosted Flakes in a red bowl can make me stop and think about my life and get me to write for a few minutes, I’ll take it.
Breakfast has always been a staple in my life. I LOVE breakfast foods. Gramps, to this day, will make waffles or pancakes whenever we come over and ask for them. Ant and I have pretty much eaten breakfast together every morning during the work week for the past six and a half years. The last two-ish years I lived at home, Dad and I ate breakfast together every morning at the breakfast bar—Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds. To this day, it is still my favorite cereal.