Boredom

I remember during the summer, seeing several status updates on Facebook where people were complaining about being bored. It made me angry. I felt like I was drowning and what I wouldn't give to be bored. I wondered at the time how it would feel to wake up from my nightmare and feel at ease, bored, etc? I couldn't even fathom that I would ever feel that way again. I couldn't see the future and all I felt was hopeless and scared and so very alone. So I vowed I would never use the word bored to complain again. Boredom is a luxury. It's not a pain. It's not somewhere terrible to be. Terrible is finding out your child is sick with a disease. Terrible is not having a home or food. Terrible is defending your country and never coming home again. Terrible is watching your family be torn apart! Those are things that I wouldn't blame someone for complaining about, but boredom?!? I don't want to hear whining when you can't find something to do. In fact if you are bored, you should celebrate it. Because that probably means you have a pretty decent life.

Yesterday for the first time in 7 months, I realized that I was once again feeling bored. I just smiled, because the healing is here and doing it's thing :) Thank you for being bored!