I wasn’t sure what “rolling in the deep” meant. So I Googled it. And it fits what I’m feeling right now.
According to Yahoo! Answers, “rolling in the deep” references a ship out on the ocean being tossed around in deep water. Feel free to correct me if that’s wrong, though I suspect it isn’t. Because, you know, everything you read on the interwebs is true.
I am kind of just floating right now. In deep waters of…not despair…blah, maybe? Yes. Blah. I’m in deep waters of blah.
It’s kind of boring and exhausting at the same time.
It’s the same thing every day. Over and over. Which is why I don’t write more. Because nothing incredibly noteworthy is happening.
And it’s weird to me that boring can be so exhausting. But it is. And maybe a little sea-sickening, too.
Not that I’m clamoring for crazy excitement a la sea lions and tiger fish and bears (Oh my!) or anything. Because I’m not.
There’s something to be said for mundane days. For routine. It’s certainly nice to have predictability in my life.
But I’m ready to find my niche here again. I’m ready to have things to say and time to say them when I’m not crashing onto the couch and willing my eyes to just.stay.open. long enough to say…anything.
Routine makes me itchy.