Monday, December 10, 2012

I Don't Miss the Comfort of Being Sad

How disappointingly quiet I’ve been. I’ve just been having my life to myself and not sharing.

So, how am I? What’s going on?

I am very well. I have been eating green and getting more exercise. Working from home has allowed me to have a little more time for myself.  Eating well and exercise suits me. I look better and feel great. How’s that for a report?

I am reading books and watching shows and going places, doing stuff, seeing friends, playing with S, playing Wii with DD. Life is good. I am full of gratitude and love for my family and my life. I have not one complaint.

Without causing drama or seeming ungrateful, happiness is boring sometimes.  (Remember that story you read about the completely happy people living their nice, fun little lives? No? That’s right you don’t.)

Here’s a quote: “In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys. It's loss and regret and misery and yearning that drive the story forward, along its twisted road.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

Here's to more boredom and happiness. See you later. 

1 comment:

  1. Just ordered The Blind Assassin on my Kindle. Love me some Atwood. Looking forward to some boring happiness with you, lovely sister.