Wednesday, February 11, 2015

friends writing letters

Hello there, friend,

Today was a productive day by all accounts -- I cleaned, did laundry, worked for two hours, took a long walk. Maybe that sounds like a lot, but it was a slow day and, somehow, at the end I found myself bored. Not bored because I don't have things to do, but bored because my mind needs to rest.

My husband took our daughter to her swimming lesson after school, and I sat with our son thinking, 'What are we going to do now?' He was busy with puzzles and I wandered around the house.

I've been resisting the to-do list, taking each moment slowly. I want to feel the full weight of my boredom. It's a luxury I don't often have.