My life is boring. And that’s okay.
My life is boring.
It’s actually a good thing for me, but it’s bad for my blog.
Really, I’m not complaining. But I’m sure you are bored with my writing. I know I am.
I can’t tell you about the frustrations of my old job and why I left because that would be unprofessional. I can’t talk about my new job because most of it is secret. All of my friends and family live too far away or are too busy with kids so I’ve stopped throwing parties. My idea of a wild night out is an impromptu pint at the Thirsty Cactus or sketching with my new pastels while listening to James strum on his guitar.
And I’m totally okay with that…it just doesn’t make for interesting blog posts.
I have to admit that some of the best writing I did was last year, suffering through my Dad’s illness and losing him. But I can’t write about that all the time, even though I still feel it. At some point in my life I have to start focusing on feeling better and dealing with my issues in more constructive ways and, most importantly, in ways that don’t burden those close to me.
But really, it’s boring. I mean…umbrellas are boring.
I need to re-think what I’m doing here and if I should be here at all. I’m not getting what I need out of blogging (or twittering for that matter) anymore; I need to be creative but boring isn’t really motivating and it certainly isn’t inspirational.
But boring is what makes me happy right now. I’ll let you know when that changes.
Thanks for reading and for all the comments. This experience has been memorable.
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