Being a writer, I pay attention to comments, snippets of conversations, and uncensored chatter. I wouldn’t call it eavesdropping exactly, but when I am working in coffee shops and libraries, I occasionally overhear interesting remarks. Many discussions pertain to work and follow a predictable pattern. A trained ear will seek the gems that ignite reflection and understanding. A recent orator at an adjoining table, pulled me from my writing, as she whined, recounting how bored she was as if it was a circumstance to avoid.
I am never bored. Activities, responsibilities, deadlines, and never-ending thoughts fill my days. Contrary to most who wish to dodge periods of idleness at any cost, I pursue it. Buried in a state people regard as undesirable, I find a silence where time expands, and clarity pushes chaos and confusion from my mind. Sitting without doing the world doesn’t perceive activity or productivity. I don’t consider it boring. It is the portal to my creativity and the stimulus for inspiration. This is where my muse lives and speaks to me.
This week I am setting goals for 2020. I have discovered this lull between Christmas and New Year celebrations is a great time to pursue boredom, discover my path, and devise a plan to achieve my fondest desires.
Do you shun boredom?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer