I’ve been bored, or rather disinterested, in my own life lately. I’m still waiting for our genetic test results and so there is nothing to speak of with regard to progress in my own personal life. I know I have a lot more to life than these damn reproductive challenges, but it feels like everything at times. Aside from work and The Husband of course. I work, I come home. Go out to dinner, or a movie. All very mundane. The gratitude journal has helped, particularly with my interactions with some people, but I’m not all the way where I want to be yet.
And so, like one of Jane Austen’s heroines, I’ve meddled. I’m too old for it, and certainly know better, but I fell in the trap and did it anyway.
I guess I’ve become a boring person. I will work on that.