It’s been a bit since I posted anything, though not for a lack of trying. I’ve been swimming in a sea of emotions lately, and every post I try to write out is either trashed or in permanent ‘draft’ form.
Every 6 months or so I go through these phases. I start wondering about my life. I start thinking about what it might be like if I did things differently. If I was a different person. If I wanted different things out of my life. If I had a different job, a different car, a different house. I start contemplating radical changes. Maybe I should quit my job. Maybe I should delete my social media accounts. Maybe we should sell the house and downsize to someplace smaller. Maybe all I need is a fresh start someplace new. I don’t know if everyone else experiences this, but I tend to assume they don’t. At least, from my perspective, everyone I know seems to be pretty happy where they are in life.
Truth be told, my life is boring. I work, I knit, I sleep, and sometimes I cook and bake. Everyone I know is moving or vacationing, or having babies, or getting married or some other big exciting thing. Where does that leave me? Right here, doing the same thing I always do.
When I was a kid I always thought adulthood would be exiting. It turns out it kinda blows.
