I'm boring

It came to my attention recently that I am boring.

Actually, no one told me that - so I guess it was more of a revelation.

This isn't to say that I'm not an interesting person.  I like to think I am multi-faceted and not exactly as I appear on the surface.

It's more that there isn't a lot of fireworks in my day-to-day life.  This is not always the case but lately, life consists of work, kid, soccer, cub scouts, lather, rinse, repeat.

Oddly, this does not make my life boring - although when I give my longer distance friends "updates" on what's going on with me, it SOUNDS boring to my ears.  The reality is, my day-to-day is pretty frenetic from about 6:15am until 8:30pm.  After that, it quiets down some - and oddly, that's when I sometimes feel crushed and almost suffocated with confusion and my endlessly long list of things to do - thus rendering that quiet time not particularly peaceful.  Phew.  Case in point.  It's 9:20pm and I am on the couch blogging.  After that, I am going to knit and attempt to ignore the little voice in my head saying...

"You haven't started G's Halloween costume."
"You haven't scrapped since last spring and have to do almost a year's worth of pages."
"Your life insurance will hit the end of its guarantee period in a couple of years...get going."
"That will isn't going to rewrite itself."
"The first Cub Scout camp out is in a month...good thing it's tent-free because, while you have a sleeping bag, you have NO TENT."
"Isn't it almost time to start packing for the wedding?"

The mind of a Type A, OCD person is never, ever silent.  I omitted my latest hypochondriac worries and, of course, my endless array of relationship concerns, confusions, and conundrums.

My hubby has suggested that meditation or yoga might quiet my ever-screeching mind.  I wish.  I can't meditate.  I can't even turn the volume on those voices down quietly enough to sink into a meditative state.  And I like yoga, despite being, quite possibly, the least coordinated person on the planet.  I have 7 Namaste Yoga episodes on my DVR waiting for me.  But alas...no time.  I have no inclination to do yoga, or really move my ever-widening ass from the couch after 9pm.  Hell, if I'm not getting up to deal with that life insurance issue, I'm sure as hell not moving to do yoga!

So here I sit, my mind cluttered and the theme song to "Hawaii 5-0" running through my head.

Oh yeah, I forgot that part.  Not only is my brain cluttered with long to do lists and endless useless crap such as the introduction to Chaucer's "Canterbury Tales" in middle English (no, I'm not kidding) - at any given time, I have at least 1 and often 3 songs stuck in my head.

Tonight?

"Hawaii 5-0" theme song
Jason Walker - "Down" ***

*** Side note.  I heard that song on Pandora tonight.  I've heard it before and 'liked' it on Pandora, hence the reason I played it again.  It's lovely.  The version they play on Pandora is a duet with Molly Reed (not sure who the hell that is) who penned the song with Jason.  I love the cadence and I love the lyrics.  It's really beautiful.  It somehow captures that feeling of being lost - that feeling we don't think we as adults are supposed to have, yet do.  At least - I do.

So here I sit, my boring - but not really seemingly so - self with my cluttered mind, not-settled heart, and restless spirit.   What was the point of this blog entry?  I have no idea.  Sorry!