Best Supporting Actress

I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that my role in this world is a supporting one. I'm not the protagonist of any story except the ones told on this blog. I'm somebody's sister, or best friend, or daughter but never the somebody that's the topic of conversation. Today the seasons finally changed and I'm trying to take a cue from nature and let the cool air paint me another color and let everything I've been lugging around blow away. Today for the first time in probably months my dad asked me how my day had and been and the first thing that popped into my head was to tell him it was uneventful but instead I just shrugged because I'm sure he'd say something about how he wished his day had been uneventful; that work had been frustrating and it was too hot outside and on top of all that he wasn't feeling very well. I suppose I should be thankful for the cards I've been dealt; while my days are uneventful and most of the time I'm bored and lonely most people are working at jobs they hate and wish they could be at home with nothing to do and nobody to talk to. There are worse things than boredom and loneliness. Somebody's gotta look after things at home. A couple of entries ago I mentioned a show I'd watched that talked about how everybody wants a rose-colored life and how mine's been pretty gray...But now that I think about it perhaps it's appropriate that I've come to all these conclusions on the first day of  Autumn; since I'm the one who keeps the home fires burning perhaps my life isn't meant to be rose-colored or grey but red and orange like the fall. Does that make any sense? It does to me at least. That's gonna be it for now, gang. Until next time. Much Love, Gabby