I’m pretty well sure that boredom is the devil’s work. Spinning out from a semi-productive day and when you sit down to relax, it raises its ugly head. Not enough, it whispers. Nobody to talk to. Nowhere to go. Empty, empty life.
I’ve wallowed this winter, I think, and let boredom get the upper hand. So these days, when I rise to shake it off I feel my knees shake. They’re out of practice.
Time for a walk. Podcasts, music, I don’t care, just take those steps and feel the miracle that is strong, sure legs.
Maybe to clean an old drawer or closet. Stacking and sorting and throwing out a grocery bag full of years old geography quizzes.
Time for music, the best kind – I’ll be bossy and say it – the Classical kind. Just sit for a minute and let yourself slow, slow down and be happy for where you are.
Sit and read. Of the very book you like best, and don’t try too hard to impress anyone else.
Do something that is a little bit scary-new, like visiting an art museum by yourself. Talk to a stranger there. Don’t run away.
Buy fruit or vegetables from little old men under umbrellas, by the road, on the back of a truck. They surely will be grumpy but…that’s the point.
Or pray. Without ceasing. About the craziest things that lurk in your mind. About your health, sins and the vaguest of fears for the future; and your husband and that person you don’t know very well but can’t get out of your head.
The world is too big and God is too good, to be bored.
I’ve been told it’s a bad word.
As they say here, “Can I get an amen?”