Why Boring is Beautiful
My life is boring, but I like it that way.
Hear me out.
I don’t do anything on weeknights after work. I go to bed by 11 pm every night. Most Friday nights are spent on the couch, and I get a thrill from buying a new piece of furniture.
When I get home from work, I’m exhausted. Maybe it’s just because I’m young and still getting used to a full time work schedule, but the last thing I want to do when I get home is go out.
I’m thankful that I’ve never used Tinder, and that I had to Google to figure out what it was. Sorry not sorry. Although my single friends have great stories to share over lunch, I can’t help but be thankful that I’ve found someone I can just be boring with. Someone I can enjoy the mundane tasks of life with and spend time with doing absolutely nothing.
And I”m not knocking the single lifestyle. Not at all. In fact, I’ve envied you on numerous occasions. But I’ve learned that everyone has their own path, and comparison is unhealthy.
I used to get really upset when we didn’t have weekend plans, but now I’ve started to embrace and cherish those moments. As we’ve gotten busier, a “free” weekend has become a treasure. Sleeping in, watching Netflix and maybe a night out for dinner — is exactly what I need to recharge.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love to go out and have a good time. I”m not a complete couch potato. But, I prefer it in much smaller quantities.
As someone who falls in the middle of the introvert/extrovert spectrum, I enjoy spending time with others, but after a certain amount of time I shut down and need time to recharge.
While college is full of memories of loud nights and embarrassing stories, my fondest memories now are the quiet ones.
I’ve learned to appreciate the small joys of life and the special moments that create memories.
Last night, just before falling asleep, Chris and I both laid on our backs, side by side in bed. “You know we’ve been engaged for a month today?” he said thoughtfully. He put his hand under my pillow and held my two fingers in his fist. I don’t know how long we laid like that, we may have even fallen asleep.
If you know me, you know I hate PDA and I’m not much of a snuggler – but this was one of those moments that reminded me I wouldn’t want things any other way. It would have been easy to overlook, but in that moment, I was so happy to be a boring, old lady going to sleep at 11:00, hand in hand with the man I get to spend the rest of my life with.
