It makes me crazy when one of my children says that to me. How can they possibly be bored?! They have iPhones, iPods, movies and tv shows on their computers -all literally at their fingertips. It can not be possible that they can’t find something to do.
But apparently, in the occasional fifteen minutes of unstructured time that they encounter, they are still bored.
I’ve given them solutions for their boredom. Unload the dishwasher. Take the dogs for a walk. Go for a bike ride. Clean your room. Clean my room. Any of the above, but for Pete’s sake just do something other than tell me you’re bored.
They groan, pause dramatically, and then tell me that they are still bored.
To be honest, they really don’t do it that often. But what is happening now is that I’ve started saying it to them.
You heard me.
When my kids have been eating a snack, texting a friend, or doing homework, I have approached them and spontaneously announced that I am bored. I’m not certain what it is that I’d like them to do about it, but I feel the necessity to share it with them, nonetheless.
I do realize that my boredom is different from theirs, but that’s what it is. Boredom. Like so many other people, I’m tired of doing the same things over and over. I want to do something fun or new to energize my mind and my spirit.
Being retired from teaching for just over a year now, I find that the abundance of free time has had a somewhat negative effect on my daily life. Yes, I’m able to read whenever I want to and can run out to lunch with a friend, but I can’t seem to get much laundry done or finish the projects that I started six months ago. It seems like the less time I had, the more organized I was. And I was rarely, if ever bored. Creating exciting, fun lesson plans and watching them play out fed my hunger for producing something worthwhile. Something that mattered. I know that clean underwear is important, but it doesn’t exactly feed my soul.
So I started writing, again. And I can’t stop. I don’t even want to. Sometimes it’s only for several minutes. I jot down a plot idea or details of a scene that popped into my head. Other times, I sit at my computer typing like woman possessed (You should’ve seen me during the last week of NaNoWriMo! I’ll explain what this is in a later post.) It just depends on when inspiration hits.
And this leads me to understand my current state of boredom. I have not taken the time to structure my creativity. Sure, I’ve made some cute photo coasters that I found on Pinterest and I started making new dining room drapes because we never replaced the temporary ones after we moved in eight years ago, but I need to be creating something on a much more consistent basis to feel fulfilled. It’s just a big part of how I work.
So, here I am because of two little words. Writing, sharing, and being inspired to create because… I’m bored.