Boring: one that is wearingly dull, repetitive or tedious
When my boys were younger, I practically banned the word “bored” from our house. I think that when someone – particularly children – shouts out an “I’m bored!”, they are inadvertently admitting to be mentally lazy and to possess a sense of entitlement, as if it is someone else’s duty to entertain them. I have always told my kids that they are ingenious and resourceful enough to find distractions or employment for their time on their own. So, to be congruent with my own opinions, I should never feel bored, because I should always be able to occupy my time with something, be it fun or productive.
My time is occupied. That is true about my life even now, as the job of mothering is being phased out: I am still busy with chores, still full of responsibilities, and I do try to have plenty of exercise and fun. Yet, I did unexpectedly tell my friend that I was bored, and our unconscious doesn’t lie.
So the boredom I am feeling must be of a different kind, on a different level. It is not about business.
It is about purpose.
