Not that anyone is looking at this blog, or if you are, I don't know how to tell, but I am really, really bad at keeping up with it. In the morning as I drive to work I think of topics to write about and say them aloud to myself... and during the school day, as I have strange interactions with teenagers, I again think, this is blog-worthy. But at 1:15am, when I am actually here at the computer and on this site, well, now I can barely type, let alone string
competent sentences together. Sorry.
But already you might be noticing the repetition in my life. Hence the title of this blog. I am always running late, always behind on my work (teaching or art-making), am am always drowning in laundry or other domestic duties, and it truly feels like the same day over and over. I watch the same
tv shows weekly, as anyone does, and eat the same few meals again and again. I wear the same 20 items of clothing constantly (but not at once), and I do my hair the same each day. My make-up has not changed drastically for 15 years, except for that one blue eyeliner I got last year.
God, I sound like I am 50. Not that 50 is old or bad, but in reality, I am 34, and until the last few years my life was up in the air the whole time. For example, I have now lived in my house, my first house-house, with mortgage and all, for four years. In another year or so it will be the place I have lived for the longest in my life. We had a good handful of moves in my youth, and once I moved out at 17, it was a different place roughly every year, sometimes less. Each place different, and with them were often new jobs, and new schedules to live around.
I was in and out of college too, my mother had cancer, a lot happened a lot of the days of my life.
Really I should welcome this repetition. I am healthy, my children and husband are too, and I think they love me most of the time. I have a job that I like most days, that allows me to be creative and goofy, while still earning money. I have a sweet dog and cats and entertaining chickens. I live in a 'foreign' country, which offers it's own delights, and sleep in a cozy house filled with the people and things that I love. And during the summer months, my yard rocks!
Life is leveling on me... staying the course, I guess.
That's good, right? I just have to adjust to the absence of drama and upheaval.
