Is it bad to just be ordinary?

When I was in my early 20's the last thing i wanted was to be like everyone else.
I wanted people to admire me, to look at me and think I was vastly exciting and intresting.

I have become somewhat addicted to an old school friends blog, and she really seem to have lived that exciting life I wanted to do.
She seems to have had many lovers (she doesnt say this but if you read between the lines...she has...haha)
So does that mean she is sexually free, intresting and exciting?
Or is she just a bit of a slut?

She is now married with 2 children and seems blissfully happy.
It makes me feel like Ive missed the train in a way.
Most of my friends are settled, if not married they are living with their long term boyfriend and if they havent already got children they are pregnant or trying to get pregnant.
And here I am, single again....and not enjoying it as much as I did before.

Anyway back to my friend
Can i still call her that? Not sure if I can even call her an aquaintance......
Anyway....
In her blog she describes a lot of seedy clubs (her words not mine) she used to go to when she was travelling around the world.
She describes the men (and women) she met and had "brief encounters" with.

There is a part of me that is insanely jealous and thinks "That was the life I was supposed to have!"

But then I stop and think.....
If I ever had ended up in a seedy club in a far away country I would probably feel utterly lost and scared...
I would pray that i would get out of there with my dignity still intact.
Im just not a very exciting person, well maybe there is someone out there who thinks I have lived an exciting life (most likely to be my mother....)

And then I feel, thats ok
I dont have to have slept with 100's of men (and women?) and danced the night away in a club thick with cigar smoke
Neither do I need to obey my inner lesbian (not sure if I actually have one...) to be able to say
"I have lived a full life"
because I slowly realise that what gives me meaning and things that makes me happy are the little things, and i mean little things
Like a smile from a friend (or a handsome man in the queue in Tesco), waking up on a sunny saturday and realise I dont have to go in to work,
or you answering the phone when i call........