I was doing a page out of my “wreck-this-journal” a few days ago…which simply said, “do some rubbings with a pencil”. So I did. I didn’t have a lot of coins with me, so I was forced to be a little creative (I apologize for the blurry picture).
I ended up pencil-rubbing my life:
From my measuring tape, I got the IKEA logo (and of course, IKEA is a big part of any home); then there’s the ESV logo from my Bible; a Lego piece; an on/off switch belonging to some fairy lights; even my phone and a few random pieces of jewelry (that didn’t come out too well, unfortunately)…oh, and a paper clip that held my currently-unused-sheet-music together.
Yep. IKEA, Bible, fairy lights, phone, jewelry, and paper clips – a summary of my life as a college student.
To be honest, my life in pencil rubbings looks kind of boring. Really? Is this all there is in my life? Maybe it’s just the COVID-19 self-quarantine effect, but sometimes I wake up and I wonder why nothing particularly interesting (and good. Good interesting! Not messy interesting.) happens. I don’t want to be a boring person leading a boring life. I’ve lived in two countries and my life is summarized in one page…with zero words.
But there’s a part of me that really enjoys being a “boring” person. I like that there are no surprises around the corner. I like how simple life can be – God, music, and family. I like that watching my brothers (and myself, at times) is like having a live comedy show of my own. I love that no matter where I live, these things don’t change.
I live a pretty boring life.
And that’s not a bad thing.