After reading my recent blogs about me, I have reached a
conclusion. I am really boring.
I am not saying this to get you to contradict me or try to
make me feel better. In fact, I may erroneously interpret those comments as
encouragement and then there is no stopping me. We all know this would not be a
good thing. .
I have to face my minuses and pluses and then figure out
what the total is. In all honesty, I feel every day that my total is growing because
every person I meet, every assignment I finish – those are pluses. But in a different way, every
burden I overcome, every mountain I climb and every problem I solve… those are
pluses too. The acts of living and being free to succeed or fail are pluses
because one is active and the other learning. The acts of being hurt or
disappointed or sad are pluses because they require me to think and analyze
and put values on the reason I was hurt or disappointed or sad, and the
awareness that I still stand regardless.
As it stands, I don’t feel bad about having a boring life.
Not everyone can be the interesting one. I believe each of us was designed by
God with a purpose. Being boring doesn’t mean I am not special; just not
memorable. Being interesting doesn’t make you more special; just different.
Someone once told me they liked to visit me because there
was no stress. I didn’t insist that we play games or take walks. I was just as
happy sitting with them watching a movie than doing something active.
So I may refer to things in my life that have happened, but
not in the “read about me” way I have addressed my earlier years. I need to
keep the perspective that my life has been mine for a reason and everyone I meet
or write about is part of me and probably more fun to read about because of my
skewed view of life and problems.
My life is a compilation of experiences with people, places
and things and while I am a ME ME ME person, I prefer to create a picture of
people who have made me the wonderfully boring person I am.
So be prepared to meet the real me, as I tell you my
stories; even the ones that don’t involve me.
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