No one’s ever going to write a story about my life; many would consider it boring. My days are filled with all the usual suspects: sleeping, eating, working, exercising, watching TV, an occasional night out with friends or family. Nothing there that anyone else would find exciting enough to write or read about.
But then I look at the lives – real or fictional – that are written about. Lives full of hardship, struggle, sickness, conflict.
And you know what? I realize I am more than content living a quiet life. “Boring” is good.
