Where is my muse?

Since I have some time off, I've been thinking I ought to write, if not a book then at least some short stories. But honestly, I don't know what to write about. I've been lucky enough to live a pretty ordinary life. I could write about being a mom, but it's been done to death. I could write about my struggles with anxiety and depression, but then we get into how much do I want to reveal. Or I could clean up my NaNoWriMo book from a few years back and try to sell it. I fear, though, that it's inherently a piece of crap. So I'm kind of stuck waiting for my muse.