Extra Ordinary

I remember the first time I encountered the word extraordinary. I must have been eight years old or so. "That must mean something is extremely ordinary and boring," I thought to myself, wondering why anyone would want to be extra ordinary anyway. Simply ordinary seemed boring enough to me.
My life today could be described as ordinary. My favorite food is cheese (now, maybe that's not quite normal... but you'll likely encounter others with similar good tastes), I don't like fresh broccoli or horseradish, sometimes I bite my fingernails when I'm nervous, and I absolutely love reading a good book. I'm of average intelligence and although my stature is perhaps slightly below average, my physical appearance does not draw any undue attention. I have moderate goals of achievement, am usually good-tempered, and find great enjoyment in life's simple pleasures such as watching a sunset, feeling the wind in my hair, talking to a friend, watching a baby sleep, listening to music, or simply being with my family. I'm a pretty ordinary girl, you might say.
So, while I'm nothing really extraordinary, each day I live is completely unique from the one before. Which makes each day slightly extraordinary. At least, I like to think of life that way. Each day is an adventure. Sometimes I wake up thinking, musing,wondering, "What does today hold in store for me? What adventures await me?" And sometimes my adventures are just extra ordinary and sometimes they are quite extraordinary! Regardless, I'm learning to enjoy the ride.