I’m wondering if my life is becoming very average, and also if that’s a bad thing or not.
Last night I got home from work and helped Ryan give the dogs pedicures (minus the nail polish this time). We vacuumed the living room. We went to get his hair cut, which was a long wait. I played two WHOLE games of Sudoku, checked my email, read his blog. After the haircut, we went to Pei Wei for dinner, where I ordered the same thing that I usually do. We got home around 9:30. I took a shower and read for a while. (Good In Bed has just picked up quite a bit, by the way.) Ryan and I talked for a while and then I went to bed around 11:40 (not almost midnight, we decided, but almost-almost midnight).
I don’t know why this is on my mind this morning, except I really had nothing much to write about yesterday, so I didn’t. I wonder if I ran out of good ideas back in high school or college.
Ryan is in the middle of trying to figure out what he wants to do with the rest of his life. He knew exactly what he wanted to do all through high school and college and then did it, and now he’s thinking about making a change. I, on the other hand, had no idea what I wanted to do and happened to find a fun and interesting job, but I don’t know if it’s what I want to do forever because I never knew what I wanted to do. No matter what I’m doing, I usually manage to be happy with it, and if I’m not, I change things up. I’m a pretty go-with-the-flow kind of person.
Does that make me average? And is average so bad? Average isn’t the worst thing that could happen. Average isn’t the best thing, either, but it’s not terrible.
Of course, I’d like to do something else with my life eventually. And I’d like to have more interesting weeknights. Ryan is thinking about joining Mike and Jesse for a bowling league this fall in San Marcos. We’d talked about bowling on a league team together in San Antonio (the same league we were in last fall), but Mike and Jesse wanted to stay in their league in San Marcos, and it’s a three-man team, so… maybe Meagan and I can start a two-woman happy hour league team on Tuesday nights. I’m sure we could manage it.
Tonight is karaoke, but also yoga, which I haven’t been to since last Monday. (Yes, Sara, I am feeling a little un-unified… sort of disjointed and tightened up.) Uuugghhh… I have GOT to go. Missed Monday’s class to go to Sandy’s house for dinner, which was nice, but certainly didn’t do anything great for my body. Still, it’s more important to forge a close relationship with my new family than it is to go to yoga class, I think. There will be other yoga classes, after all.