The wabi sabi human is here, and she is bored.
I’ve shifted from my inner two-year-old’s tantrum (last week), to my inner teenager’s boredom.
I am bored. I know these words and this feeling. I used to be here a lot when I was a teenager and figuring out my life.
I’ve not felt bored for a very long time. I’ve been busy creating word and image and mostly happy about it. I’ve had perfect successes and perfect failures. I’ve learned and grown as a creator.
And then, Bang! I’m in a week-long tantrum. And then, Pop! My two-year-old morphs into a teenager who keeps saying ‘I am bored.’
Boredom is interesting. That sounds like an oxymoron (love that word), but it isn’t. I am curious about this feeling of boredom.
What I am thinking:
- Boredom and my previous tantrum are really the same thing.
- What am I bored with? And why?
- This boredom is an aspect of my creative process and a piece of my creativity.
- My morning pages show me I am tired of pushing myself.
I have four puzzle pieces to play with, and here is the picture they are making. I’ve realized the pushing is towards intentions that are not completely aligned with what I love and how I create. It’s taking me out of alignment with my heart (where my best work comes from) and my process (how my best work grows and completes itself).
This is Big. If I had not gone into tantrum and boredom, I wouldn’t have slowed down enough to see this.
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