Boredom

I am bored. It is Saturday, in the afternoon. It's sunny outside, but cold, so I don't feel like going out in the garden or starting my seedlings. I laid in bed too long, and now I am on the couch. I cleaned most of the house, I tried to fix my iMac, unsuccessfully. So instead I am writing on my laptop.

I have some of my poems on the iMac and I wanted to find them to send them to the poetry magazine. I have others things on the mac too, like photos. Then it hit me...I can write new poems. What is wrong with writing something new? Okay, I need to write. It is a goal. I want to have more published. I want to have a plan, a future, maybe even make money one day. That is why I sit here and blog to no one but me. Maybe one day, I will put this blog online, maybe I won't. Right now it is for me to figure out what I am doing, feeling, and find my way. Writing is therapy. Cheaper than my therapist and I can sit on my own couch.

There was I time that I wrote often, like daily...like I couldn't sleep at night without writing first. It is not like I don't write now. I write at work. I write. I am reading again. I feel inspired. I feel hopeful. This is a good thing.

Boredom is good. I have time to think. I have time to do. I have time to write. I need to be bored more often.