The Space Between
The Extraordinary Life of Ordinary Places For as long as I can remember, I’ve tied my shoes sitting on the front step. Different houses. Different neighbourhoods. Different chapters of life. But somewhere along the way, without ever consciously deciding to make it a habit, the front step became part of my morning ritual. I sit down, put on my shoes, tie my laces, and eventually stand up to begin whatever the day has in store. Nothing particularly remarkable about that. Except I’ve come to realize that quite a lot happens in those few moments. Sometimes I’m thinking about the day ahead. The conversations I expect to have. The responsibilities waiting for me. Things I’m looking forward to and others I’m less enthusiastic about confronting. There’s often an interesting mixture of anticipation, confidence, uncertainty, and occasionally a little apprehension. Other mornings, my thoughts wander backward. I remember other days that began on the very same step. Some turned out wonderfu...
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