Life interrupted

“The great thing is, if one can, to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions in one’s “own” or “real” life. The truth is, of course, that what one regards as interruptions are precisely one’s life.” CS Lewis
I am so guilty of this. I fear that often times I’m waiting for “real” life to happen, when it’s happening all around me all the time. This certainly applies to the unpleasant things, but even more so to the every day, the mundane. Maintaining the house, making the phone call, sitting in the school car line, reading one more bedtime story. These are the things that make up my life. They are not the interruptions or blips that get in the way of “the next big thing”. They are the things my children file away in their memories. They are the things that my husband loves about me. They are the things that point to my character and tell of who I am. They are my real life.