A musing.

I can feel myself becoming more boring. As a number of people in my age group, I use facebook and have able to grant friend requests to a number of classmates from high school and beyond (there are only a couple people I would deny a request from) and, in turn, always go check out their profiles. And compared to many of my classmates I lead a relatively boring life.

Many of my friends have photos posted from adventures in other countries, vacations in fun locales in the states, nights at bars, concerts, exciting projects for work. Some of my best friends have amazing adventures that I catch only snippets of.

And though I love my life, there is a part of me that longs for that sort of adventure. Now, I know perfectly well I have traveled to other countries. And bars and concerts are usually too loud for me since, as I prefer conversations to parties. But, parts of my heart hurt when I think of my routine life with little excitement to offer.

I do love my life; please do not think I begrudge my beautiful children or my amazing husband. But there are times I feel as though some parts of life have flown past with barely a nod in my direction.

I think it is most likely a natural occurrence to, at this point in my life, take stock at what has occurred and feel some regret for what will never be. I am now always and ever a mom and wife. And I would not exchange that for all the riches in the world.

But my day is very centered around my own little corner of the world. I get up, go to work, come home, play with my family and go to bed. Every day is a routine on that. The little adventures Randy and I used to take before the pregnancy won't really happen until the kids are a little older.

I think there's just a bit of regret going on because it's summer and I'm silly. I do want a grand adventure, but between babies, money, physical limitations it just won't happen right now. And that's all right.