The worst thing about life is how boring it gets to be. I've talked with enough stupid people to be interested in what might be going on in somebody's head, for instance. I still love babies. I used to work with Midwives delivering outside the hospital setting. Loved it. When you have a baby, you get to see the world with new eyes. I had the luck to get a pic of each of my children the moment they realized their hand was their hand. Look, I can make it do this or that ! Amazement ! They are grown up now, older than I was when I had them. I don't care much for many of their choices. I don't really like 2 of the 3 much at all. As adults they've been horrid. The only justification I give myself for having them was that short magic time I had with them as babies.
I find life, and all the crapola it exhibits, to be endlessly comical, to the point of absurdity. On an hourly basis!
Plus now with Cheeto "in charge", the added fillip of horror.
I read something once that has stuck with me now for 25+ years. "People who get bored are boring people." That jarred me. I was bored and looking for someone or something to entertain me so.. I stopped being boring. There is so much to do and see and learn. I've taken weekly Salsa dancing lessons, started raising chickens, learned how to knit, joined a gym, and a slew of other things. I like the people my kids have become and I don't always agree with their choices but, they are grown and its their life. I did my part, now its up to them.
I look at life like math. You have the constant (thats you) and you have the variable (other people/situations/etc) and you have the outcome. if the outcome remains dissatisfying, then this issue is not with the variable..... the constant needs to change.
My White count never bounced back after the Rads and Chemo. Nobody covers their faces for coughs and sneezes any more. Raised in a barn, I guess. No gyms or hot tubs per the Doc, too many germs. The shattered pelvis and split sacrum was 3 months of rehab after a shocking amount of pain. Getting the knees replaced was a dream gone sour. I'm never going to rock out in 6" heel Steve Maddens again. My husband is not going to develop an interest in Opera, he's stuck to the TV watching games involving balls of different sizes, and I'm stuck with him.. I can't afford to go out night clubbing any more. I adore all kinds of things I can't do any more. Old lady activities are not attractive. I'm a birder and cultivate orchids. How exciting is that?
@ForTheBirds Karaoke! Comedy shows! Dinner /card/games parties! Take naps so you can go out refreshed!
@ForTheBirds nothing wrong with birding and flowers eh?
Really? Boring??! Especially with Cheeto to watch....scary, nasty, sickening, jaw-dropping, but "boring"?????
Plus I find more & more to laugh at in everyday things, every day......
I leave the TV off. Seeing Trump makes my eyes bleed. The last election opened my eyes. After being a nurse for so many years someone could drop dead in front of me and I would not raise a finger to save them. They might be a Trumpster. Common people are so vulgar.
Travel will change your mind. Start small: visit all of the hot spots in your state. Make a list of all the places you'd like to visit and start a travel budget to visit them. Make sure your passport is current and you've got a sturdy suitcase. Have fun! Traveling will open your heart.
I got to travel with my husband for years. The company restructured, he got promoted, and now I'm stuck at home. My hometown is a vacation destination. Sarasota, FL. Look it up. I'm a birder and I cultivate orchids. If I get back to Santa Monica I will never come home. I would rather live on the streets of Santa Monica than live here.
I respectfully suggest you learn about "The Law of Attraction" - take a walk in the forest, on a beach and really see - visit a third world country.
I live in an oak hammock three miles from a beach that is one of the top ten in the world. As for 3rd world countries, I won't even go to any outdoor event that requires the presence of porta pottys.