I have a confession to make.
I am boring AF.
I go to work. I come home. I watch TV. I go to bed. That it is literally all that I do. “I just moved to Dallas. I don’t know where to go/what to do” is what I’ve been telling myself to justify my decision to be a lame ass, but I moved here in August of last year. I can no longer use this excuse. I want to go out and meet people. I want to dance and go to a poetry reading. I want to find the hottest spots where the locals frequent. I want to get off the couch and act like a single, attractive, no-kid-having, young woman rather than a lazy, lonely, hag who binge watches Snapped (but it’s a really good show, right?!?). But I just don’t and there’s no real reason for it.
Now, if I’m being honest with myself, I’ve always been a little boring. I kept to myself a lot as a kid. When I started high school, I told myself “no more” and I pushed myself out of my comfort zone. I talked to people I didn’t know, I joined the step team, and I got out the house a lot more. A lot of the time, I was nervous and self-conscious but I know that pushing past that fear is what made my high school years so memorable. Otherwise, I would have been miserable in paradise (did I forget to mention that I went to high school in Hawaii?).
In college, I kept my YOLO spirit and continued to push the boundaries of my comfort zone. But let’s be real, it’s so easy to be a social butterfly when you’re surrounded by people in your age range experiencing parental freedom for the first time. I knew about all the parties and all the drama. I was friends with people simply because I knew their friends. Every semester led to new adventures. On top of that, I went to 2 colleges. My freshman year was at Dillard University in New Orleans but after Hurricane Katrina hit in 2005, I transferred to Middle Tennessee State University outside of Nashville, TN. So I had friends hither and yon which resulted in a some wild stories. And then I graduated.
When the focus shifted from “did I have homework?” to “did I pay the rent?”, I started to draw back into my comfort zone. After college, I moved to Atlanta then to Dallas then back to Atlanta. My second stint in A-town was very stressful, but I tried to make an effort by going to festivals, out to the club, and meeting my friends for some brunch or drinks.
And now nothing. Just work, home, bed, repeat. But I want to change all of that because I know that life is so much more than paying bills and flipping channels. I am at the point of my life where I am searching for more than existence. I want to see the world or at the very least, seeing what my new-ish city has to offer. My comfort zone may be boring, but I don’t have to be. So this is the Diary of A Boring Black Woman or #DBBW for short. The main goal is to break through my comfort zone once again and live my best life. I have nothing holding me back except myself.
You can follow my attempts to be less boring on Instagram. I’ll also be posting about my #DBBW adventures here and there. Hit me up with a comment or two about how your shift after graduation went.