I’ve had days off of work in the past 5 months and it felt funny.
What did I do all day?
I just want to sleep.
I don’t feel like doing all these shitty errands.
I took today off. Had some random vacation left and we’re hosting Friends’ Thanksgiving tomorrow. Might as well start the weekend early.
This was the first day off that I didn’t ask any of the above questions. I enjoyed fighting the crowds at Trader Joes. Why yes, I will run into Whole Foods. Stop at Sew to Speak and pick up some the Charley Harper fabric? Don’t mind if I do. Sew a little while the washer runs? Yes, please. Oh my goodness, take a nap? Thank you, day off!
I don’t feel plagued by the first question because I feel back to normal. When I say this, please don’t think I was extremely depressed and not accepting it. I’m pretty open with those feelings and you would have read about it. I just didn’t feel settled. Nothing felt ordinary or normal.
Last night I had dinner with one of my favorite friends. We went through our list of happenings and family business. And then she asked, “What else is new?” Happily, I replied “Nothing. Life feels boring. And I like it.” “Boring” is probably an awful word for this state. My mother would flip out. “Boring” was almost as bad as “shit-head” in our family. But it’s the word that comes to mind. There’s no drama that I can’t handle. There’s no doom on the horizon that I have to accept. Life just is and I enjoy that.
22 :: 30
For the boring night ahead.