We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I think the concept of having an 'extraordinary' life is built around certain types of people...extraverts with a need for adrenaline rushes. They want to be famous (on stage singing or acting), they want to climb mountains, they want to be 'known' for something, they want to 'change the world,' etc. Not everyone wants attention on themselves and their accomplishments. Not everyone wants to show off an album full of photos about his/her amazing feats and bucket list accomplishments.
Some of us like to be quiet and introspective, spend time alone with our families and maybe a close friend or two, observe the craziness around us, but be glad we are not a part of it.
An extraordinary life to me is to work doing something I sort of like that pays me a decent salary, having a nice home and a few nice things, not having to worry about where the next paycheck is coming from, watching my children grow up and be their own awesome people, pet my dog, cook some food, and relax with my husband.
I love this. It is a good reminder. In the high school to college transition (that we are right on the edge of) it feels like every single kid must be utterly remarkable if they are going to have a hope of getting in to a decent college. But so very few of us are extraordinary. It is kind of ridiculous.
Better to strive for good ordinary. A loving marriage, kids who can and do leave the nest to be productive members of society, a good dog, a nice horse, and a good glass of wine with dinner.
You nailed it MissT. That's how I lived it for 60 years, then quit working and kept on with the rest (except watching children grow became watching grandchildren grow, which has become watching great-grandchildren grow.
Since my children are almost grown, I am very much looking forward to grand-children...probably a little too much. Babies and young children are wonderfully fun, and I realize now how little time I had when my children were small to really enjoy it. Can't wait to spoil some grandchildren and see the wonder in every day life again!