“Boring is underrated.”
This was a favorite quote of a man in our home group.
In theory, I would say I got what he meant. It would spark in me at least a few moments of appreciation after I thought about it. I could even sing along to Weird Al Yankovic’s “First World Problems” with more conviction.
Then along comes a little thing called the stomach flu.
Presto. Instant awakening. I knew what he meant.
When I emerged today (six days later mind you), I was in love with my boring little life again.
- Ahhh, the glory of picking up dirty underwear – again.
- The beauty of refereeing livingroom WWE – again.
- The joy of cleaning up the olive oil I spilled on the floor – (yup, again).
Those mundane tasks took on an amazing amount of enjoyment for me today. Firstly because I was no longer horizontal with my head in a bucket. Secondly because I was no longer horizontal with my head in a bucket!
I pray you enjoy your boring today!