I know some of you are reading more intensely because you think I'm about to start talking dirty... Well, sorry, that's not this post - maybe another day ;-)
So, I made the comment last night, that once upon a time, I was interesting, I had really cool things to get excited about besides, well, this weekend it was eggs for $1 (10 for 10 at Kroger) and cleaning my shower, not so much the cleaning part, but the having a shiny clean shower when I finished. So, I make the comment, how did I get so boring, that a clean shower, and cheap (HA, cheap) eggs get me worked up?
And then I think, maybe I've never been interesting. Because it wasn't that long ago when my girls were smaller, that the amount and color of poop was all I thought about on a regular basis. THANK GOODNESS I'm past that... but, I tried to think of a time when I had mind blowing fun and exciting things to be excited about. And I don't remember. I think I've always been boring.
Maybe not boring, but too much in the "what do I have to do today" world that I don't THINK out in the fun and exciting zone. And there IS such a zone, I swear there is, I've heard rumors.
Don't get me wrong - I think about things like, I REALLY REALLY want to make it to the beach this summer because the idea of laying on the beach, listening to the waves crash as I do absolutely NOTHING is bliss to me... but *bang* right there - did you see it?? There I go being boring again. I'm not dreaming of parasailing or deep sea diving or whatever else lives out there in the fun and exciting zone - no, I'm dreaming of laying on a beach doing NADA for hours on end.
So, am I relinquishing my life to the boring zone? Do I just accept that I live here, and learn to enjoy it? Because, well, apparently I'm pretty darn good at it. Or is this the fun and exciting zone and I just don't know it?
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