I have come to loathe the question – What’s new?
Nothing. Nothing is new.
As far as most are concerned I am in the same state of affairs I have been in pretty much since I got married. What’s new? “Nothing. It’s really quite boring actually. Work, go to the gym, come home to The Husband, cook dinner, sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat. Just another great sunshine-y day.”
I feel like everyone always expects you to have some great story to share, some great adventure, some wonderful news. Well, I got married (almost) 7 years ago, and my first two attempts at having living children have failed, and I haven’t subsequently been successful at getting pregnant, so that’s where I am. And nobody wants to hear a sob story. There’s nothing new or exciting to report. Yes, I started a new job at a new company three years ago, but that’s old news now.
What’s new? Nothing. My life is stagnant, almost as stagnant as the hot, humid Louisiana Bayou air when we were stuck on the airboat last month.
I know I am a smart, successful woman with a good job. I get it. But sometimes I wonder, what next?