As a child, if I complained of being bored, my mother would always turn it around on me.
“You know what that means, don’t you?”
She would say with a smile and a hint at a laugh.
“If you’re bored, you’re boooooring!”
And who wants to be boring?
So, at a ripe old age of around ten I vowed never to be bored. I didn’t want to face the consequences.
I learned to invent distractions.
To busy myself with project after project after project. I made sure I always had something to do.
Still, at this age, I always have something to do.
If I don’t work, I play.
If I don’t play, I create, or write or draw, or call my friends, or invent errands. I make lists. I dream. I listen to music. I follow trends. I throw a tennis ball and Pup brings it back.
I used to shop, and search for great finds, but we know how that story ends.
I know how to busy myself.
So, imagine my surprise when an aha moment hit me in the head like a ton of bricks, or rather, a bar of chocolate.
This week I realized:
I eat.
Not to be bored.
I snack, to invent an event.
The post-cleanse month has us on a three meal a day plan, with no snacking in between. We get to eat whatever we want (except sugar or gluten, but otherwise it’s fair game) ~ but only 3 times a day.
This is a problem.
Not because I’m starving.
Not because I’m famished, shaking or withering away.
Because I have trained my body to eat every 2 hours.
I work for two hours and my body immediately thinks it’s snack time.
It’s like an internal clock, a true north sort of compass that goes off every 120 mintues, ringing the chow bell.
Break time!
Where’s my snack??
I would almost venture to say life without snacks is boring.
But, then,I would be labled a you-know-who. So, I won’t say that.
Instead, I will invent new breaks to take.
Here’s what I’ve come up with so far:
There’s the yoga break.
The sit on the porch break.
The take my hair out of a pony tail break.
The put my hair back in a pony tail break.
The meditation break.
The search for laundry to wash break.
The check Facebook break.
And, my favorite:
Throw Pup a tennis ball and watch him run away with it break.
If you’ve got good ones to add to this list, please share.
Oh! That just made me think of another one:
The making lists break.
Whew! I’m exhausted from all this list making.
I think I’ll take a break.
The question is …which one?
