O.K., so I wanted to title this post “Boring is Good”, but realized no one in their right mind would read a post entitled with the word boring! This is what I have to say. There once was a time when I did things like skydiving and “black water rafting”, but that was all back when I was young, immortal and most importantly not yet a mother. Not long before I had my own children, I watched a toddler close to me go through a life threatening disease. After years of treatments and hospital visits the child was cured. In subsequent conversations with the mother she would say “We are all healthy, nothing new or exciting is going on in our lives, but that is just the way I like it now. Boring is good.” Twenty years ago, that was the antithesis of my life motto. Even after getting married, for many years as we established our home and family, there seemed to always be something exciting to report on to our friends. There was a steady flow of new jobs, births and moves. Now that the kids are a bit older, I guess we’ve done what they call “settling down”. Much of our time is spent shuttling kids to games on the weekends and doing family-centric activities. It has gotten to the point that when someone asks me ‘what’s new’? I feel so boring! I have nothing to say! The thing is, I am also at the point in my life where I look at that as a GOOD thing! To me it means there is no drama, and no angst (other than the gnawing question of how we’ll pay four college tuitions). In this economy, with high unemployment, foreclosures, war, natural disasters, and potential health problems, I am embracing boring.
This is not to be confused with being bored. I always tell my children, “there is no such thing as being bored!” This is about being excited about life everyday without needing drama to stir things up. I once had a friend ask if I got bored being a stay at home mother. I was surprised by the question, because, as I told her, I wished I had enough downtime to be bored. My life was chaotic with four little kids! Now that they are older I do get moments of down time, but I know now how precious they are, and savor every second of them without ever feeling bored. When my wanderlust does grip me from time to time, I remind myself how I always knew it was time to head home from my travels. I would find myself in an exotic location peering not at the spectacular scenery around me, but into the glowing windows of thatched village huts, wistfully thinking of the lucky family cozy inside their home together. When asked, “what’s up” my husband and I will mostly respond with our motto of “living the dream”. Sometimes, when the question comes from a friend who I’ve previously described my “boring is good” theory to, I will answer that my life is boring at the moment. Knowing that I mean that in the best possible way, they will often reply with a wink and a smile, and say in return “boring is good”.