Struggling with the everyday.

Today is a Wednesday, yesterday was Tuesday and tomorrow is Thursday.  Another week.  Another day.

Lately I have been struggling with the everyday.  The feeling of boredom and slight discontent that settles in as we all start to settle into normalcy.  The longing for the days when May signified summer and all of the glory that came with it.  The late nights that turned to early morning without so much as a thought to sleep.  Entire days spent laying in the sun by the pool.  The promise of excitement and vacations with friends. More than just another day.  More than working, making dinner, and sleep; just to start all over again in 7-8hrs.

In the real world life isn't exciting all the time, there are not fun plans for every weekend, nothing to wait anxiously for. And sometimes I get sad for no real reason other than the fact that I grew up and somehow didn't notice.

I don't discount that my life is wonderful and that to some people what I have is what they hope for, but I am and will always be a person of short attention.  I like to be doing, planning, working, going all of the time.  I'm not content with the familiar and I will never be someone who can just 'be'. 

Right now I am living in the in between.  I'm not a college kid who can get away with working a frivolous summer job, but I'm not a full fledged adult who is acclimated to life without summer vacation.  I don't want to party Thursday-Sunday and be drunk 5 out of 7 nights of the week, but I also tire easily of sitting at home all of the time.

Why at 26 am I feeling this way? Is this just summer blues mixed with nostalgia?  AM I crazy? Whatever the answer ends up being, maybe it will pass or maybe I'll be cured, I'll live everyday with gratefulness and thank God for the life I consider boring.