It's been a while since I've written much of anything. I have a littany of excuses. I spend much of my time at work. I spend much of my nonworking time lying around eating bon bons and getting sucked into Lifetime movie marathons seemingly against my will. (Well, Smart Ones cookie dough ice cream sundaes serve as bon bons in my little world. My life changed dramatically the moment I discovered them two and a half years or so ago.) I also like to sleep. When I am not sleeping, I expend a lot of energy thinking about how I would like to be sleeping. That would make for a pretty boring blog. Ultimately, I often don't feel as though I have anything particularly interesting to say. Regardless, I am going to try.
The title of this blog is part of a lyric from "Someday" by Brett Dennen. I adore him maybe even slightly more than the above mentioned ice cream sundaes. He is an amazing lyricist and seems to be so full of life and talent. Every time I am (inaccurately) accused of being a pessimist, I always want to counter the person's argument with, "I can't be. I listen to Brett Dennen!" However, this doesn't exactly work, as no one really knows who he is. And, honestly, people will believe what they choose to believe regardless.
Life is okay. Fairly mundane. I have a real penchant for routine. I like knowing what to expect and am not especially haunted by the fact that my days seem to be more or less indistinguishable from each other. At the same time, I know that the adventure seekers and risk takers are probably having more fun and gleaning more from their existences. I suppose it is in my nature to hold back, overanalyze, seek comfort. I am most afraid of continuing to choose the easiest path and then reaching the end of my life and recognizing that I allowed fear to be the dominant presence much of the time. I'd much prefer to be motivated by joy or compassion or empathy or knowledge. So, I am trying to work on it and embrace opportunities and such.
