My whole goal for this summer's vacation was to become completely and utterly bored. Sitting by the lake, staring into space bored. Bored out of my mind bored.
But here I am, one week into this thing, and I have barely sat down since I've arrived. Instead of utterly bored, I'm utterly exhausted. But in a good way and by choice, I suppose.
My husband asks me, "Are you pregnant? Why do you seem like you are nesting?!"
My middle son tells me repeatedly, "Why are you working so hard? Just sit down and relax!"
Well people, I can't relax until I have my space the way I want it. I need unfamiliar spaces to be organized before I can sit back and relax. I also like to stay on top of cleaning clothes and surfaces since I know in a few weeks I'll be packing it all up again and leaving. It's just my way of being I guess.
Now don't get me wrong, I've laid in the sun on the dock for a half hour here and there; I've sat on the deck watching the sunset; I've played a couple of card games. I plan to work a puzzle or two. I plan to read or listen to a book or two.
But mostly I've done projects and chores thinking once I get them done, I'll be able to immerse myself in boredom.
Maybe. We'll see.
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