Let's face it. Boredom has a bad rap.
Or, at least it had a bad rap with me for the longest time. I grew up thinking that there was almost nothing worse than being bored. So, I worked, and I worked, and I busied myself, and I did everything I could to try and stay two steps ahead of the old boredom curse. “Nothing worse than being bored,” I’d tell myself and my children.
But lately, I’ve found myself challenging my beliefs about boredom. And, I’ve actually found myself craving it. I’ve found myself longing for some silence. Some time away. Some time to turn off and give myself the space to think, create, and daydream... [Read the rest of what I've Been Thinking in today's #TheSundayPaper -- link in bio]