I read this and so completely understand. When I went downtown today I bumped into a friend of mine who I used to work with. We had coffee together and gossiped and caught up on each others lives. Sometimes I think sitting in my own skin that my life is uneventful and boring, and it’s when I read other peoples blogs that those feelings are somehow accentuated. The reality of it is is that my life isn’t boring, it’s not even predictable