So this is the third post I’ve tried to write. Sometimes I bore myself and this is one of those times. The thing is I have done so much since I got home and it is only 9:30. I feel like it should be 10:30 or 11:00.
I did not get home until quarter of seven, later than normal. I said my evening prayers, including twenty or so prostrations in preparation for Sunday’s Forgiveness Vespers. After that I was on the elliptical for about forty minutes, washed my face for the evening, unloaded the dishwasher and made dinner. I ate, cleaned up the kitchen and caught up on my personal emails of the day. I am now watching the Flight of the Conchords documentary “A Texan Odyssey.” It’s about their time at the South by Southwest music festival in Austin. So far my favorite line is, “Austin is the political capital of Texas. It is home to many presidents named George Bush, including George Bush Senior and George W. Bush.”
I tried writing about how I am really content with my life, despite the lack of martinis and mystery men recently. Because really, I am. I prefer a drama-free existence and am happy to have fallen in a routine. I tend to think that you cannot be truly happy with someone else until you are happy with yourself. And I am happy with myself. Sure, there are things I would change but I freely admit I am not perfect. And it is freeing to not be perfect. This reminds me of a conversation I had with a co-worker late last week. We were talking about how sometimes people won’t apologize when they mess up and were trying to figure out why. Personally, I love apologizing. Admittedly it has taken years of maturing to get to this point, but it is the fastest way to resolve conflicts. And conflict resolution strengthens relationships.
Then I tried to write about how 2008 is the year of flashbacks. About six months ago I realized that I didn’t really talk to any of my dearest friends from college and it made me sad. Then the year started with a friend from college calling to say she would be in Chicago. Then another friend from college Googled me. And don’t get me started on Facebook. (Yes, I know I am too old.) I’ve reconnected with more college and even high school friends through that social networking site. It is like finding a part of yourself again.
Well, it has now become a reasonable to go to bed, so I think I shall.