I don’t quite understand boredom. I rarely, if ever, get bored. I think in the past five years, I may have stated the words, “I’m bored,” a total of twice, and one was after four days in the woods in complete seclusion.
So yesterday, as we were lounging around and enjoying the day, I found myself very surprised to hear those words coming from my husband.
“You’re bored? Bored?!” It’s like blasphemy. I don’t understand it.
Maybe it’s a product of being a creative person. Or an introvert. Or someone who loves so many things. Or a productive person.
Let me give you an idea of how un-bored I get: I have so many things I want to do and accomplish, I’ve started an “idea book.” Because I just can’t get to all of them.
I have great ideas, and big plans. I think that maybe, secretly, I hold some really crazy good ideas that never come to fruition because I get easily distracted by the next amazing fun thing that comes into my brain.
Not that I have ADD. I don’t. I can focus well and I’m good at getting things done. But when it comes to my free time, and the things I want to do, they are limitless. They are full of possibilities. I have, at any given time, at least seven books I am in the midst of reading, and others waiting to be read. I have blank canvases to paint. I have yoga sequences to write, laundry to do, recipes to try, gardens to grow, things to clean, marketing to be marketed, videos to create, words to write out, dances to be danced, walking to do with the dog, blah blah blah. I love ALL of these things. I am passionate. I am excited. I have so many things to look forward to and it’s all so exciting!
So the notion of being bored is almost foreign to me. When I was in high school, I used to work at this video store. One of my classmates would come in and just hang around for 45 minutes or longer, complaining of his boredom. Even then, I didn’t get it. He had a car, a job, homework, friends, things to do. But yet none of this kept his attention. Despite being one of the most privileged people in the world by living in our country, and even more so by owning his own car, and being sixteen and on the verge of the rest of his life, he didn’t have anything to do.
I so don’t get that.
I have a four day weekend, and today my husband went back to work, which means I have two days alone while he’s gone. I could have forty and still not get done everything I want to do. I will always find something else. Get deeper into my meditations, find more books to devour, paint more creations, take more walks. Life is about living, and I don’t want to waste one second by “being bored,” or not enjoying one of the million things I can enjoy.
So, if you find yourself bored, stop that. Make a list of all the things you want to accomplish in your life. Make a list of all the things you want to experience. Make a list of all the things that make you happy. And then DO it. Even if you can’t travel to Europe, plan your finances and your vacation time for a future trip. Even if you can’t practice yoga, write out a sequence. Even if you can’t go deep into meditation, say a short prayer.
There’s a million things to do. Don’t waste your life being bored.