Sometimes when I read blogs or listen to the stories of other people’s lifes I really want to dispair about the boring, predictive course my life has taken.
Went to school and sunday school. Got Matric (just univeristy acceptance – no distinctions), were affirmed in church, got my drivers license.
Went to university, got a degree, got a job, got a car, moved in with first serious boyfriend, lived overseas for 6 years, married first serious boyfriend, moved back to SA, bought a house, had a child and that is where I’m now.
And now? I run, I work, I’m Zoe’s mum and Hubby’s wife. And when I get time I’m a bookworm.
What an incredibly boring life. Or maybe I should be extremely grateful for this boring life and live it to the fullest and rejoice in a life that has been smooth sailing up to now?
Saturday – 21 in the hilliest part of Pretoria
Sunday – 15 with a friend – very slow and easy.
Monday – visit to physio to sort out dodgy foot.