The boring stuff of life

I'm sure you don't care about what I'm going to tell you next, but it's making me happy, so I'm going to share anyway.

It's the boring stuff of life. I like the boring stuff of life. I like rhythm, and routine. I'm all for spontanaeity too, but contrary to so many, I definitely prefer life to be calm and settled. The emotional stuff to be as even as possible (just as a note, even emotions are not something I excel at, just something I prefer.)

So, I'm telling you that it's making me happy to be sitting at my kitchen table, eating a late lunch.

It's making me happy that it's sunny, and that I accomplished a bunch of errands this morning.

And it's making me happy that I'm staring at a tall glass of water, which is next to a plate containing the following for my lunching pleasure:

• several slices of the salami I bought last week at the farmer's market
• a slice of toast (sunflower flax seed bread) with hummus on it
• several slices of smoked gouda
• a kiwi fruit

Sometimes I need days that are about the boring stuff of life. This is definitely one of them.

I'm going to lunch, and then work on a creative project, and then clean. Embracing newness and all of that!