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Weekend plans for a recovering Boring-A-Holic

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So, it’s Friday.  People are supposed to have weekend plans on Fridays, right?

I had gotten an invitation for Friday night for a wine and cheese party.  A get-together with old friends.  My husband is going to a retirement party and I’m going to be alone.   I said I probably wouldn’t go.  He’s making me.  After all, I’m supposed to have fun and talk to people.

After that, a friend who has a band is playing in a local bar.  I don’t go to bars.  Ever.  I’m supposed to go out, so I’m going to pop in and listen to him play.  By myself.  Something I’ve never done.

A friend invited me to coffee Saturday morning.  And, on Sunday, we’re supposed to go on a teddy bear run motorcycle ride.  A little cold out, but that should be fun, and rewarding, because the teddy bears are given to children.  On Sunday afternoon we’re going to our cousin’s for an adult only (no kids) Thanksgiving dinner.  More conversation and friendship.

This is kind of amazing.  I rarely have anything nice on my schedule.  My normal weekend is mostly spent at my desk at work, then food shopping, cleaning, and just being tired.  No play.  No fun.  And, on Mondays, I drag myself into the office exhausted because I’ve had no break.  Maybe this upcoming Monday will  be better — at least I’ll have something to talk about “around the water cooler“!

So, where could all these activities come from?  Maybe someone, somewhere, knows I’m trying to become un-boring.   That’s great, because planning fun stuff when I know I should be doing work stuff is difficult.

The weekend is here with the promise of being different from the others.

Time to play.

What should be here? Is this blog boring?

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So, we create stuff.  We look at it.  We reevaluate.  We had a discussion in my office that this blog is boring.  That it’s too pensive.  That it’s not fun.  And, I certainly don’t want it to be a rehash of the same old thing.  I thought taking profound words and extracting the deeper meaning was kinda cool.  But apparently it’s not.

So — what should be here?  What should I write about?  What is my  mission?  A quest for quality of life.  This journey started approximately 5 short months ago when I realized I was going through each day without having any fun.  Working, chores, exhaustion.  Add to that the fact that I’m really not a fun person — all business, no pleasure — which is another challenge that I have to overcome.

Guess what?  It’s not easy to change.  I’m in the rut.  I try.  I say, “I should go to the gym”. Why?  Because I like to go to the gym.  But I don’t.  I’m too tired.  Or  I have to work, or go to a meeting, or pick up a kid.

I should have more fun.  But I don’t.  Why?  Something gets in the way. But the real problem is I don’t know how to.

However, I’m trying.  At least I’m noticing that I’m thinking of trying even though I’m not actually doing.  You know the saying, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.  I’m an old dog. My birthday is in 2 weeks, and I’ll be 45.  Kinda scary.  Especially when I know I want to “play”.

But, isn’t thinking about doing something kind of a first step?

Every day is a challenge.  But I promise to get there.  I realize that you do have to work at something to have a change.

So, back to the question — what should be here.  Should this be about my personal journey?  Perhaps.  Or perhaps it should be about my journey intertwined with some amazing people I meet along the way that have had a similar epiphany.  I kind of like that better.  I take pleasure in seeing someone fulfill a dream or accomplish something.

We’ll just have to tackle this, together, one day at a time.