“Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.”
As a writer and artist, I’m personally offended by the term “boredom.”
“You’re not bored,” I always think when someone tells me this. “You just aren’t willing to use your imagination.”
As Berry Draper once said to her restless children, “only boring people are bored.” Although this is a little harsh, I agree with Mad Men’s leading lady.
Being “bored” is being blind to all the opportunities around us.
On Saturday, I spent the day walking around Boston. A few people asked if I was going to go visit my friend in Arlington as I did a couple weeks before. “No,” I replied. “I’m going to the Back Bay to have a ‘Kristin day.'”
“Doing what?” they wondered, perplexed.
I just looked at them. “Taking pictures, writing, window shopping. Meditation, relaxing.”
It’s shocking how people think there needs to be a grand reason. It’s also surprising to me how few people enjoy being alone. There’s always something to do, see, think about, or create. Whether it’s admiring the window displays on Newbury Street or taking a walk down Commonwealth Avenue, experiencing the world outside and the beauty all around is much more rewarding than sitting in front of a television.
I’d prefer to write my own story instead of watching someone else’s fictional version on TV.
If you ever find yourself into the “boredom trap,” just think- what haven’t I seen? Where haven’t I been? What haven’t I read? What can I write?
When you create your own days instead of waiting for life to happen, you’ll be amazed at what you find.