I was reflecting today on the importance of finding joy in the mundaneness of everyday life, of finding the thrill in being a wife to the same man (or husband to the same woman) year after year; in being mother (or father) to the same children who need to be fed three times every day and bathed and read to and hugged and disciplined; in caring for a home year in and year out, day in and day out, with all its cyclical, necessary, thankless tasks. The world spins us the tale that such a life is boring, devoid of any excitement, even pitiable. And, perhaps it is...to those who are unwilling to go deeper. To those of us who are willing, the thrills are endless and well worth the sacrifice.
[I]t is just the people who are ready to submit to the loss of the thrill and settle down to the sober interest, who are then most likely to meet new thrills in some quite different direction. The man who has learned to fly and become a good pilot will suddenly discover music; the man who has settled down to live in the beauty spot will discover gardening.
This is, I think, one little part of what Christ meant by saying that a thing will not really live unless it first dies. It is simply no good trying to keep any thrill: that is the very worst thing you can do. Let the thrill go--let it die away--go on through that period of death into the quieter interest and happiness that follow--and you will find that you are living in a world of new thrills all the time. But if you decide to make thrills your regular diet and try to prolong them artificially, they will all get weaker and weaker, and fewer and fewer, and you will be...bored [and] disillusioned...for the rest of your life.
- C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity