I have trouble admitting I’m bored. I remember hearing that Boredom is a sin. I believe that a little bit. But then I don’t. But I still dislike saying I’m bored. Maybe Boredom is such a short term feeling in me that I get to doing something quickly, before I get really bored. Play a game, read, write, clean house.
I realized today as I was cleaning the garage, that I can be inspired by cleaning up, tidying up an area. Cleaning off the writing desk or putting all my shoes in order, whatever, this tidying activity seems to make me feel better. I imagine it gets me ready for some other more creative burst of making or thinking.
I clean my room and my garage. Debbie does the rest. I dodged a bullet there. Dare I say it, she seems to like cleaning, especially outside around the house. I wonder if she is bored, now that I think about it? Maybe it’s just her nature. Not so much mine.
But I want to use the cleaning, tidying time to be inspired. Maybe like magnetic charging stations, get a vacuum in my hand and some of the energy transfers to my inner batteries.
I decided, or it came to me, or I had this crazy idea to write a blog post every day this month. That’s a lot of cleaning, so I left a lot undone in the garage. I’ll space it out over th next 30 days. Gotta grab the inspiration whenever you can, right?