Being Boring

I wanted to blog today because it's been more than a week since I had anything to say, but I still don't have anything in particular to talk about. I had a rough week at work, but I can't really talk about it. I'm sticking to my food tracking and exercise routine. I need to up my exercise, but I'm not quite ready. I bought new jeans in a size 12, and that was kind of exciting.

Then I found the perfect poem for the way I feel today:

Wendy Cope
Being Boring

“May you live in interesting times.”
--Chinese curse

If you ask me “What’s new?”, I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it’s better today.
I’m content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is.
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past;
Tears and passion – I’ve used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I’m thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.