Hi. I'm the most boring person in the world. It's a sad, yet true fact.
I read a post recently from Erin over at Two Thirds Hazel (whose life I clearly which I had in a different reincarnation of myself) in which she shared this quote:
"Don't live the same year 75 times and call it a life."
Holy shit. This quote hit me like a ton of bricks. I feel like this is exactly what I'm doing. A series of hours and days and weeks and months and years that are the. exact. f@#$%ing. same. What am I doing with my life? Seriously.
Stop and ask yourself that. And just think about the answer. Truly think about it. And if you don't like the answer - or in my case, if you get a pit in your stomach the size of a black hole - then what do you do???
Do you go back to your "normal" and ignore it and sweep it under the rug and add it to a long list of things you feel like you have ignored/neglected/discarded in your life in the name of just getting by??
How did I get to this place?
Do you want to build a snowman? OK, sorry, I felt like I had throw some type of humor in this otherwise depressing post.