I’m sorry if you were tuning in today excited for the latest adventures in fiction.  I just wasn’t feeling the creative juices, and I’d rather wait a day (or two–don’t throw things at me, after all, you’re only hurting your screen) than put out something that was sub-par.

Instead, let’s talk about my boring life, okay?  When a friend asks what’s going on with me, I don’t really know what to tell them.  I feel like my life right now is about everyone else’s drama, not my own.  I don’t mean that in a bad way at all.  I’m not complaining, just observing out loud.   I’m glad that I can be there for my friends and they’re not overly demanding, but other than those things, my life is rather bland right now.  I work–but that’s neither boring nor exciting.  I read and watch TV, but there’s not much to share there.  I sleep, but other than Saturday night, that’s rather restful and uneventful, as sleep should be.

So really, the only interesting thing in my life are my friends, but for the most part, those aren’t things that I can share with other friends, leaving my life seemingly boring to the outside.  That’s okay, though, I thrive on “boring.”  Habits and routines are great for me.  Not having boy drama is great for me.  Not having life crises or broken relationships is good for me.

So instead of mourning my boring life, I’m going to thank God for giving me another day and spend some time praying for those whose lives are perhaps more exciting than they’d like.

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