Finding the Blessings in "Blah"

It has been a great description for some time now.  The term that once made me cringe now offers boundaries to my madness.  In the beginning it was a term of failure, or dissatisfaction.  With time it has become the profession of temporary purpose.  "Blah".  And with that I am content and confident.

Blah: a noun that is used to refer to something that is boring or without meaningful content.

How could this existence be a blessing, you might ask?  It establishes a new system of navigation; one that is guided without pretense, projections from peers, or an etiquette of perfection.  For the first time,  the state of "blah" that I find myself in again and again is not motivated simply by exhaustion, fear, or frustration, but in the freedom to be me and surrender my shortcomings to my savior.  Blah is the basis for acknowledging that life is not about self, but about service.  And service most truely takes place when we stop striving to be "something" and make things meaningful or significant, and instead accept the everyday and the ordinary.  

For a world-- at least my own--- where every practice must be profound and each word marked with wonder, there is a simply joy that can be found in being "blah."  For a season, for a day, even for a moment, step back, let go, and behold the beauty of the Creator when your best is just, Blah.