I was having a conversation today with a friend and made a joke at myself about how tremendously boring my life is... without the running entertainment somedays the most amusing or exciting thing I would be able to claim is a trip to Costco or an online discussion board about system organizations, unsaturated lipids, unicellular organisms or ethical relativism.
This friend, whether they meant to or not, reminded me that we're all in this together. We all lead boring lives, we all are stuck in the mundane. Some people do a better job making boring look good, but truly, for the most part, we're all the same.
It occurred to me during this conversation that... maybe boring is a good place to be. Anything too exciting flirts with the idea of tragedy, and frankly, I could go without that kind of drama in my life. So let's take a moment and be thankful for boring.
May tomorrow be just as uneventful.