I had a revelation the other day as I was walking from a store to my office at the church. It was morning and I was carrying a hot cup of coffee and a chocolate croissant. The sun was out; the breeze was gentle and the air smelled of summer flowers. As I enjoyed the simple experience of walking, anticipating the refreshments and appreciating the fine summer morning, it dawned on me that I also love the smell of rain and the sound of it falling. I realized I love to ride my bike, but I also love to sit and watch movies. I particularly enjoy reading.
Listening to music – that’s the best! Looking at works of art – it’s enthralling.
Sitting on the front porch and doing nothing … I thoroughly enjoy that.
Here is the revelation: I think the last time I was bored I was about 5 years old. I have a faint recollection of being a little boy and saying to my mother: “I’m bored.” I kept thinking about this, and I came up with an assumption (always dangerous!) and a theory (often entertaining).
Assumption: Children get bored, but adults tend not to. (If you are an adult and you are bored, maybe you are just being childish.)
Theory: Adults have more memories. By the time we hit our forties we have a storehouse of memories that include adventures, failures, successes, hilarity, sadness, regrets, dreams fulfilled and dreams in the making. The older we get, the more we have done, the larger the memory storehouse, the less likely we are to get bored.
Go make a memory today. It can be in the form of an adventure or something contemplative. Just do something that will be memorable. It might keep you from being bored tomorrow.
A blessed Tuesday.