It's Good to be Bored - Deployment Daze 52

This week has been an interesting one to say the least. It is my birthday week. Yes, you read it right. MY BIRTHDAY WEEK. My birthday is tomorrow, however, I get the whole week to celebrate and be treated like the birthday princess. My family says I only get a day, but in my world it is a week.

Unfortunately this week has not been as light and as carefree as I would have liked it to be. It started off great with amazing football last Sunday. Vikings beat Green Bay. I win in fantasy football. I'm ranked third in the league so I have the boys quaking in their cleats. I saw the movie This is It with my daughter. An amazing film that truly showed the musical genius of Michael Jackson. His concert was going to be breathtaking and amazing. Not a bad start to my birthday week.

As the week progressed, I was looking forward to my son's school performance and a busy weekend with kids and friends all culminating into a Sunday birthday full of football.

Then the middle of the week hit and the world stopped. News came to us that a Ft. Riley soldier had been killed. Within that same day, news of the mass shooting at Ft Hood is aired. This is also the day of my son's performance.

On this same day we go to my son's school for his performance. My son joins the other students and the performance begins. As I look around the gym everyone is happy and joyful watching the children sing. It is at this moment I feel a pang of guilt and sadness. Realizing that while we are enjoying this moment, there are others who are struggling for their lives or worse mourning the death of loved ones.

The reality hits me how precariously close we are to the edge. The event of those two days could have been about me. You see I had become complacent, comfortable in the fact that not much was going on where my husband was. We talk every day. See each other every day. Talk about trivial things. I would ask him what he had been doing and he would reply not much. I got comfortable in the "not much." I felt secure in the nothing. I was even getting bored with it and so was he.

After the past few days, I've realized that there is nothing wrong with nothing. That "not much" is a whole lot of something. It is a whole lot of good, calm, peace, and security. Not much means no one died. Not much means life as usual. Not much means no tragedy, no drama. When your life is good than "not much" is a good thing.

Being bored can be a blessing. Because the alternative might not be what you had hoped for.

To my honey, thank you for the wonderful birthday gifts. My flowers are beautiful. I love getting flowers from you. My pjs and hoody are the best. I'll be wearing them when the Vikings win the Superbowl. I am having a good birthday week. Yes, a WEEK! I noticed that on one of my calendars, Sunday is the beginning of the week. Since my birthday is on Sunday, I will continue to celebrate my birthday week until next Saturday. Yeah more shopping for me....

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