Boring life- boring blog

I didn't want to get out of bed today. Not because I stayed out too late and wanted to sleep- no, I was in bed fairly early last night. I didn't want to get out of bed because I thought "what's the point?" Now, before you all get scared and want to refer me to a psychiatrist because you think I may be suffering from clinical depression (which would be a good possibility if I were feeling like this for 3-6 months) but I'm sure you've all had days like this, so sit back, relax, and enjoy my little rant.

The driving force behind getting me out of bed this morning was the knowledge that my work uniform was dirty, and it needed to be washed before I head out to work this evening. Let's face it, no one wants to be served in a restaurant where the waitresses wear dirty clothes. So, I went down and did two loads of laundry (which was a delight today because the washer and dryer were actually not being used by the 12 other households in this building). I actually tackled the task of washing the pots and pans (although I cheated by putting as much as I could in the dishwasher). I felt like a regular Betty Crocker yesterday- baked cinnamon and cheese buns , AND chicken pot pie all from scratch. I just hate the clean up. Finished reading a mindless book. Ate leftovers while sitting in front of the TV watching a fabulous episode of The Drew Carey Show. And this brings me to the present. So what's the problem, you ask? Well, nothing really.

That's just the thing. Nothing is really wrong. But then again, nothing is really great. My life feels so mundane, so drab, right now. I dread every day that I have to go to work, not that I have a problem with working, but the job itself leaves much to be desired. It is, perhaps, one of the more unfulfilling positions I've had. I still hold out for the hope that something better will come along soon, but even the motivation to get myself out there and look is quickly vanishing. I would love to get involved in something social, like a small group or playing on the worship team, maybe take a dance or pottery class, heck, even volunteer somewhere, but with my job, I have quickly realized that days requested off are not honoured, and so nothing is guaranteed.

I would go shopping or get my hair done, and that would lighten my mood, but I don't have extra money for amusement.

My creative juices have been running dry lately, thus the lack in blogs, and no motivation to pick up the guitar and write a song.

Reading the Bible, though always a good thing, has not been particularly refreshing.

And I pray, asking "Is this what You meant life on earth to be about?" And I know the answer to that question. But I don't know how to apply that knowledge to my life. How can God use me, even through the mundane? What is there to learn?

I know it is my attitude that needs to change before the rest can. But even that will have to wait for another day. Today I'm just enjoying moping around...if you know what I mean.