After more than a year of doing it, blogging everyday feels normal. So normal that opening WordPress and typing words every morning is banal. Ordinary. Regular. But that’s the scary part: what we do everyday becomes ordinary. Hannah Arendt pointed out that even atrocity can become ordinary if it’s acted out everyday. So why can’t we make the most productive, most joyful activities of our lives as boring as paper?
What’s most regular to us is often the most boring.
So boring that we fail to see how often we do it.