I've sensed that I've become a more boring person. That troubles me so much so that I cannot sleep at 3 in the morning. No just kidding, it's the excessive eating I did today but oh lord, it was worth it. But yes, me becoming increasingly boring does worry me a tad.
Trying to figure why that is so has me arriving at some possibilities
#1 I'm getting older and settling into the contented routine life of being married. Tending to the upkeep of the house does take my mind off creative thoughts which in retrospect is terrible! If it were true.
#2 The boy's boring-ness is rubbing off on me. I probably hang around him too much which means I should seek out my friends to unboringfy myself. I do find it disappointing that he stifles me spontaneity so much so that I sometimes censor myself to prevent the disappointment from setting in though I don't believe I'm bitter about doing that.
#3 Jaded. The world and its woes, don't let me begin.
Me thinks it's all of the above. A little bit of each mashed into a giant swirling vortex that sucks the happy, creative, spontaneous fairy that resides within.
I have got to get out of this comfortable rut
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