I woke up early this morning. The dog spinning in circles, jumping at my face. She demanded I take her out before coffee. Which I did. A short stroll around the apartment complex she happily relieved herself. I mused about what I might do today, feeling like there was a lot but not really. A long list of things that take little time: clean the bathroom, vacuum, return some emails, and so on. But what do I do? Back up to the third floor. I make my coffee and oatmeal, and them binge watch Netflix. Househunters my drug. I make excuses about it like, “Well, we are planning on buying a house.” Like somehow this is a part of my research. After a few episodes, I think, I should listen to that book on dogs, only a few more hours and I’ll finish. Continue reading “Create more. Consume less.”
Where exactly does boredom come from? As we’ve learned this week, people (kids!) will kill out of boredom.
I was never that bored, and around puberty (as many people are), I was especially bored. Lately though, I’ve found myself saying it more often than I’d like. Even when I’m doing things, I’m bored. I watch Netflix: bored. At work: bored. Walking: bored. Church: bored. Homework: bored. Continue reading “I’m bored.”