Yesterday I slept at least ten hours; that is between Friday and Saturday.
I don’t normally sleep that much, but my body must’ve needed it. Today, Sunday, I’m ready to tackle the world, though I did get another 9 hours of sleep. But just as soon as I woke up I started to get up.
Put a load of laundry on, cleaned up some dishes that I seem to have forgotten last night, scrubbed the bathroom sink, although it wasn’t bad, but is really good now. Got some recycling together to take with me when I’m going out.
It’s a gorgeous sunny day outside. No way I’m staying home. Once the rain comes, I can be a little lazy on a Sunday and spend it finally watching the latest season of Games of Thrones, but today I need to run and take my camera out on a walk, write about an interesting dream I had in my journal and, well, seize the day.
Today it feels like one of those days that won’t have enough hours to do everything I want to do.
Checking in very briefly on Facebook I came across this photo.
Do I ever agree!
I’ve commented on this before, but I don’t think I’ve blogged about it. Or I can’t remember. The number of blogs I’ve written is closing in on 200. Unless I go back and check, which I really don’t have the time for, I won’t know.
How can anybody say they’re bored? What’s wrong with those people?
There’s a whole universe around you, one inside you and a multitude of them next door. Go knock at the door, open it, step through and behold the wonder.
Someone who says they are bored clearly has no imagination. They don’t read books, don’t daydream, don’t live anywhere remotely interesting, have no friends, don’t watch movies or TV shows, have no internet and never go anywhere at all.
I am never bored. It’s not a state of mind known to me. I can have a brief lull, mostly at those times that I want to run away screaming from the things I have been doing just before that lull, but that’s not boredom. It’s a mental break that I voluntarily take to pacify the storm inside.
Even embracing the quiet isn’t something I would consider boring. It’s rather a relief actually.
So, no, whoever you are, if you ever catch yourself wanting to say that you are bored, slap yourself out of it and pay attention. And if you are doing something that you find boring, don’t do it.
Open your eyes; it’s as easy at that. Then open your mind.
Welcome to the strange world you’re living in, go explore.
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I love this! In fact I was going to write a post about this this week! (great minds think alike) I am NEVER bored. There just simply is no such thing. So many books to read. So many movies to watch. So many things to study. So many posts I could write. There’s just SO much that I could do with my free time, I can’t possibly honestly say I’m bored. Lazy maybe, but definitely not bored! lol
Haha, yeah, the lazy phenomenon I know, but never bored 🙂 usually the time isn’t enough considering all the stuff you want to fill it with 🙂