By nature I am a happy, content kind of gal. It takes unkindness and cruelty to make my blood boil and I always try to see the good in people before I give up hope. I have everything a woman could want; gorgeous children, a beautiful home, kind friends and a loving family. So why on earth would I wake today feeling slightly less than happy? Actually that's the wrong word; I am happy, just not full of enthusiasm. This feeling comes across me now and then and I loathe it. It is such a waste of time and I cannot account for it at all. I have nothing in the world to complain about. I am not in a mood exactly, nor cross or bad tempered, just a teeny bit...dare I say it?...Bored. Nooooo! What a horrid word! It doesn't bother me when the children are bored, indeed I think it does them good sometimes, providing it doesn't become too much of a habit. So maybe I should adopt the same attitude regarding my own mood. Who cares? It matters not.
Back at home, the sun peeped out from behind the clouds for a moment and bathed Puppy in it's warmth. He doesn't get down in the dumps or bored. Watching a very healthy, happy dog chew his bone made me happy too. Life isn't too bad!
So there we have it, a bit of boredom never killed anyone and sometimes it can be a good thing. It makes us slow down and notice things beyond our own worries and concerns and if it doesn't rid us of them it can at least make them more bearable. At this very moment I wish that my children were bored too. They are so excitable for some bizarre reason beyond my comprehension and making so much noise that I am going to take a cup of tea and my Dracula book outside in the garden and read.
I bet they will follow me!
Have a lovely evening and remember to smell the roses! xxx