“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!
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And be “down” enough times (be it sickness, surgeries, or just a frenzied sorta day), that truthfulness clings closely.
I’m enjoying east coast winter boring. I just took an afternoon nap on this cold, rainy, “boring” afternoon. Sweet!
For, in a couple short months, come spring, my “guilty for not being outside on this beautiful day” feelings will pop up along with all the tulips!