Bored Of Being Bored.
Bored of being bored. I went to bed last night looking at my schedule for the next day: A very busy 24 hours was planned out. Justin and I need to know that at least one of us can be with the baby at all times (duh; parenting), so we put everything in our shared calendar. Each event in my calendar is color coded. Teaching and coaching is orange. Acting work is red. Baby stuff is yellow. Social life is purple etc etc etc. At a glance, my rainbow calendar looks as gay as every corporation during pride month. I was set to wake up at 7am. However our dog had other plans and needed to pee at 5.50am. So I woke up and brought him downstairs and let him into the yard and I looked at the clock and thought “I have just been gifted an extra hour of awake time”. So I didn’t go back to bed. As I type this, I am sitting on the sofa, next to the dog who of course, went back to sleep. I began reading a book that contains a quote from Marianne Williamson, which reads: ‘Children aren’t bored...