Why 'Ordinairey'?

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Can’t I spell? 

Why minimize myself?

Why put myself down?

It is not a put down. It is a put in.

I am the personification of simplicity hence a variation of ordinary. As humble or as simple as we are, God placed a little spark in each and everyone of us to get our fires going. We just need to figure it out. My spark is my ‘e’ and my ‘i’. I pray my 'e', my 'i' or both 'e' and 'i' will inspire YOU to get your fire going. 

Contrary to what may be a widely held belief, I do not always have it together. I do not have it all figured out. I just have an ‘e’ and an ‘i’. I make mistakes. I make them once, twice, thrice, fourice (lol). I believe, though, that if I start at ground zero, I will earn and appreciate my 10 and I will be more respected for it. Most importantly, the lessons and experience of the ascension are priceless.

As a teacher I have first-hand experience of students who were allowed to skip a class or were bumped up because of their high literacy skills. Having been bumped up, it is later realized that their motor skills were not at the level to which they were accelerated or their speech or their numeracy or comprehension skills were yet to catch up to speed. 

My ‘ordinairey’ is my simplicity -  my ground zero. My spark is in the ‘e’ and the ‘i’. What is your spark?

-eS

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