Content in Boredom

My life is really boring, and I kind of love it.

On the surface, because that’s all social media is, it may seem like I live a wild life.

Always running (true).

Always racing (less true).

Always eating (true, but not exciting).

Really, I relish in boredom. I find so much peace in lazy days, spent alone, reading or stirring a pan of onions over the stove.

I look forward to listening to podcasts, with no agenda, but to be calm.

I really, truly love this. I love being content with just being. I love not having to do the next epic thing.

Granted, I know I do not have to do epic things, but sometimes that comparison trap can get my mind roaming, and I think I should be doing them. I love not feeling that pressure, that almost, FOMO but secretly glad I’m not there.

I’m glad I don’t feel I should want that, because truth is, I don’t.

I’m simply content being in my space. I don’t feel bad for missing out or not doing things that are expected of someone my age/gender/skill set or whatever. 

I enjoy being me, right now, just as I am. I want to hold this feeling for as long as I can, because it is so fleeting.

I don’t need to want what other people want.

Someone else’s accomplishments do not take anything away from me.

It is easier to be happy for others than jealous.

Allowing myself to be bored has provided many more opportunities to be creative, grow and figure myself out, than any book, social media post or person ever has.

Allowing myself to be bored has given me the space to be unforgivably myself, and as it turns out, I like myself very much.

Being content with boredom also has aided me in the monotony that comes with long distance running. Some runs are boring, but they’re necessary and so I do them.

Right now, running is great and I love it. This could change at any point, but even if it does, having the self respect to be with myself when it happens is a skill I’m so happy to have.

Being bored, being alone but not lonely, has allowed me this space to get used to myself, to be present, and to be grateful for what I’ve been given and all I will have a chance to experience.

After all, not everything I try goes to plan, but convincing myself that these things are all a part of the journey has made trying them less daunting. 

I get to know myself a bit more.

I can be bored a bit longer.

Why not be bored? It’s the most peaceful feeling there is.