Excitement is bad.
Boring is what you want.
I'm not sure I immediately understood because sometimes when you're in your twenties you crave adventure (which, I mean, I think when he said this to me I was living in Egypt, which was like an everyday adventure as I tried to navigate the culture and the language), but today I'm feeling it.
Adventure is fine. A bit of excitement every now and again can be thrilling.
But sometimes it's a flash flood entering your basement.
Or a child breaking their arm.
Or any number of draining (emotionally, monetarily, or otherwise) things.
And those things aren't fun.
A lot of excitement isn't fun.
Today I'm grateful for boredom. I'm grateful my life isn't an action/adventure film or a soap opera. I'm happy to just sit at home and read books and play games with my family and just be boring together.
Boring is good.
I like boring.
It's calming and stable and fine.
Adventure is out there—I love a good adventure!—but I can also make my peace with boredom.
Here's wishing you all a good dose of humdrum, everyday life.