Boring is Good?

My life is slowly getting back to "normal". I guess when I mean normal, I mean more like it was a few months ago. Things were slower, a lot more routine, I guess you could call it more boring. I certainly did. It didn't quite feel like being stuck in a rut, but more that there wasn't enough change to keep me interested. I thought that yeah maybe I wanted more excitement in my life, something different and new.

Little did I realize I'd be giving up a few things that I started to take for granted.

For starters, comfort. There's a certain sense of calmness and stability with routine. I know what to expect, when to expect it, and what's coming up ahead. It's like a soft cushy pillow. Secondly is control. There are a lot less variables when the only person I have to worry about is me. And for now, that's just the right amount of worry that I can handle. Returning back to these things, it almost makes me thankful for mundaneness of my life.

As boring as it may seem, I have to say, I kind of enjoy my life. Sure it's not glamourous or exciting, but I've come to realize, that's okay. Maybe it's just not for me.