For the first time in a very long time, I am seriously wishing time would pass more quickly. Not forever, but at least until January 31st. (chuckle) That’s the day by which “my fella” should be here rather than thousands of miles away in Georgia.
The combination of job hunting, the recent holidays, and the college break have damn near run me looney for boredom during the day. I have “eaten” entire stacks of books (total read over the two week period is 25), all but napped myself into permanent insomnia it seems, and I must say, I was never so happy in my life as to wake up this morning and have college coursework to do.
I do not “do” boredom well. I forever feel as if there are all manner of things I might be doing to contribute to the world and none of them are effectively in reach. I wanted to sign up for helping out at the local shelter, animal clinic, or soup kitchen, but (would you believe) they all said they were stocked up for the time being? I boggled.
In the interim, I whipped out a five page concept piece for a potential collaborative effort with a Bellevue executive (this holds promise; we’ll see where it goes), leapt into quora.com to spin thoughts and gently engage with random others, read until my eyes threatened to go on strike, and have given my two cats so much attention that they are actually becoming aloof. (wry grin)
I have a list of networking connections that I shall begin contacting tomorrow (decided to wait until at least then as we all know what work after a holiday can be like), and hold hope in relation to several freelance opportunities my network group leader mentioned in a brief meeting last week.
Other than this, not much, really. I am distinctly uncomfortable without something immediate and challenging to “do”. Kind of feeling a bit unanchored and lost. I know it will pass but, in this moment, I am not feeling like very much of a productive human being whatever.
not that boredom’s bad
but it always feels like i’m
letting the world down