Celebrate The Ordinary: A Blue Moon

I know, I know, my title contradicts itself: how can an astral event that only occurs every two or three years be ordinary? 
It is predictable, we can count on it, even plan our calendars for perfect viewing. What is the big deal?

It's not that I'm jaded--quite the opposite. Let me explain.

Steve Allen once said that if the world knew that there would be only one sunset--EVER--the news coverage would surpass the Royal Wedding, the Olympics, and the Super Bowl combined.  People around the globe would be glued to their TVs, monitors, and cameras, just to behold the spectacle. 

Yet every day, without fail, and without fanfare, the sun sets, and rises, often unnoticed.
Reliable
Predictable
Glorious
and sublimely 
ordinary.

So here is my photo tribute to our dear old moon:

 

Celebrate The Ordinary: Day Three (or four if you're counting)

Those are my antidepressant pills, and every morning for thirty years I have swallowed them.  Gratefully.  

It was not always so--gratefulness, that is.  Not at first

I resisted for a long time because I thought it meant I was weak,

or crazy

or pathetic

or a failure
and a disgrace to God. 
That couldn't be me! I was a cheerleader, for crying out loud; voted "girl most likely to succeed!"
And now I wanted to kill myself???
I took the pills: they went down easy compared to my pride.
Slowly, with great effort, I came to my senses
Three steps forward, two back, I found my right mind. 
The pills alone did not give me my sanity, but they made it possible to regain it.
Taking the pills was one of the kindest things I had ever done for myself.
Thankfully, it is now a daily, 
ordinary thing.