One of the life’s joys is being able to find beauty in the ordinary, to relish in the simple, and to be thankful for another day of life. When I lose the ability to do that, I start feeling like I’m digging myself into a rut. Lately, it seems like this ditch is getting pretty deep.

The summer was magical and we always had plans for the weekend as long as there was a bon dance somewhere on the island. Now we’re slipped into fall (sounds painful, doesn’t it?) and the gaiety of those careless summer evenings under the chochin lanterns seem like a distant memory. Dancing, eating, and making merry with friends was the perfect remedy to a stressful week and worries simply melted away like strawberry shave ice on a humid summer night. Sadly, we’ve retreated into our own routines and haven’t seen most of the Champuru Bon Dance Posse since obon season ended. The Champuru vlog is hurting for content and even the blog stands silent more often than usual. With all of the summer excitement, I seem to have forgotten how to blog/vlog about anything else… about normal things, like life in general.

October has swallowed me up in work-related activity and I won’t get a reprieve until October 31. I am liable to get dressed up as the creepy Burger King guy and go to Waikiki with the rest of the weirdos on Halloween to celebrate surviving the hectic month and to just do something different for a change. But, knowing me, I won’t. I’m boring like that.

Although the desire to do something new and amazing is there, the energy level just isn’t. Trying to stave off burn out usually requires being in a state of vegetation whenever possible. These days, it’s lying in front of the TV and watching episodes of Anthony Bordain’s “No Reservations” and “Sell this House!” on my DVR with Hubby. But even those moments are few and far between with the schedule I’ve been keeping lately.

However, all the stuff that I’m going through is nothing compared to what my dear friend is experiencing right now with the failing health of her father. When tragedies like this occur, it puts everything in perspective and the trivial annoyances of the daily grind don’t seem so earth-shattering anymore. The mountains we made out of molehills flatten out in a hurry and we begin to realize what’s truly important in our lives. As I pray for her and her family throughout the day, it also makes me think about our mortality and that of our parents. I’m just not ready to deal with that yet. I don’t know if I ever will be. It makes me thankful for every day that we have with our loved ones, every day of health, of laughter and love.

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