Little Things Mean A Lot
Over the weekend, Glenn and I were talking about the fact that neither of us ever gets bored. Even when the cold or the rain keeps us indoors for days on end, and during those stretches when we don’t stray from the property for days, neither of us has ever uttered aloud “I’m bored.” It just doesn’t happen. I haven’t always felt this way. I used to get super antsy and squirrely in the past, wishing I was somewhere else, doing something different.
Perhaps it’s just part of aging, learning to appreciate more of what’s right in front of you. People pass away, or move out of your life, or otherwise disappear, as do circumstances and places. Learning to be fully immersed in what’s right in front of you really has helped me to conquer boredom, as did becoming a parent. There will always be so much to do, and learn, and investigate, and explore.
A good deal of life is fleeting, ephemeral, transient. Today I’m incredibly appreciative of the life lesson of being content with right where I’m at. Love the way that comedian Louis C.K. puts it (he’s such a genius-I especially love this bit from him):
“I’m bored’ is a useless thing to say. I mean, you live in a great, big, vast world that you’ve seen none percent of. Even the inside of your own mind is endless; it goes on forever, inwardly, do you understand? The fact that you’re alive is amazing, so you don’t get to say ‘I’m bored.”
Here’s hoping the week (and life!) ahead of you are boredom-free. The sight of clothing on the line, the emergence of sage flowers, our entryway greeting of rose quartz (the cove is riddled with it!) & a turtle shell & an animal skull, and the heady fragrance of the locust tree blossoms is making me super in love with this place today. With so much to see and smell and touch and hear and taste (picked up a mess of fresh strawberries at the tailgate market this past Saturday!), there’s no room for boredom.