It’s easy to think of events that occur in your own life on a daily basis as insignificant. I know I’m guilty of such a thing. I mean usually, cameras are pulled out for the glamorous significant moments… not mundane everyday life.

I was just going through my camera roll and found myself feeling more grateful for the mundane moments I just so happened to capture, than the glorious stage moments. The beauty is in the mundane.

I remember being a child and my siblings and I would have our chores to do. All of a sudden spontaneously someone would strike up a beat on pots and pans while washing the dishes, and then someone else starts to make the sound of the broom sweeping the floor synchronize in rhythm with the pots and pans, while someone else gets inspired and starts to sing lyrics and melody that they just made up and somehow it all harmonizes with the baby that happened to be crying at the moment.

This was just a regular everyday mundane moment, but I’d give anything to have a recording of one of these moments from childhood.

The beautiful thing about it is that though I can’t go back, I can go forward with the intention of soaking up the beauty of the mundane. Whether it be with photos, videos, journaling, or voice memos.

One of the things I always tell my students in my songwriting class is that by allowing your ideas to exist in a tangible written or recorded form, you are serving notice to future generations that you once existed, and this song is the proof. Songs will outlive us… and so will photos and journals and recordings.

Let’s not wait for the glorious moments. Just being alive is significant, and there’s a lot to shared just from a regular day in this life.

With Love,

 Victory