Why have I felt so blah to write lately? Is it the time of day? Or is it that I have been feeling lost on what topics to write about?
Yawn.
It’s the yawn talking again, isn’t it?
Yep.
It’s the yawn, in, the good.old.boring.YAWN.kind.of.way. Or does it mean that my mornings where I loved to write lack inspirational and anything notable to share?
Why, oh, why is it I’m yawning so much?
It’s a great time of day, and I love to watch the sunrise. The way the colors in the sky change, and how it bounces off the water droplets on the blades of grass. It’s inspirational. But with our long winter, it is taking this spring too long to pop and there is little color contrast everywhere I look. It is boring to look at. We need rain to green things up.
Here’s the sunrise now with the big building going up across the road. A different kind of board going on for the neighbor.
A.Dawn.Yawn.for.Me.
But the neighbor is changing and growing and building. Here I am, spending my morning yawning. What about the other window, anything exciting there?
Nope, not today.
When I first got up this morning, I looked out the west side of the house and saw the moon beginning its descent as the sun prepared to rise in the east. Even then I yawned.
I yawn at that time of the day because no matter how beautiful both scenes are to me, it’s 5:30 in the morning and there’s not enough light to use my standard camera to capture what beauty my eyes see. So instead I pour a cup of coffee, and I yawn again before I take my first sip of coffee for the day ahead.
Yawns.good.old.boring.yet.slightly.satisfying.Yawns.
Today, I asked myself if I was yawning because I was tired or am I bored? Yes, I think I may be bored. But, why am I bored?
Why? Why? Why am I bored?
Why not write about boredom? I know everyone feels it, it isn’t a bad thing or is it? Not everyone wants to admit it that they get bored. It’s not fun to write about boring, who wants to read about that?
Why not?
I remember when I was young and bored. Boredom for me back then created a drive in me to find something to do. An unsettling of sorts that needed me to take action to change. I couldn’t just sit there and be bored. I needed to move. I needed to create. I needed to change something, anything, and fast.
As I’ve aged and I look back to the stages when I was bored, I find that I was more worried about boredom when I was younger. Nowadays I have a sense of apathy toward it and I wonder why?
Maybe I have outgrown my pot of satisfactory boredom and didn’t notice? Have I found contentment in simple life and I’m worried today that it isn’t okay? Why shouldn’t it be okay to be content?
Why not be content?
Because if I want to write interesting stuff so others who are also content and looking for adventure will read it, or stop by my blog again to read it – I can’t be BORING! That means I have to change, yet again.
But YAWN…I’ve been there, done that, and it then feels like I have to keep up with the Joneses. That to me is just a thing on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, etc. and not for me. It’s for those who are bored with their life.
Why am I not bored with my life? Shouldn’t I be if others are?
The irony in boredom with life is that or should I say, the Dubious MinimalistTM in me says that keeping up with others to avoid boredom is poppycock (or mini daffodils…since I don’t have any poppy flowers to take a picture of). The only person I need to keep up with and challenge to grow is myself.
Go ahead and ask Me.Myself.and.I. Why?
But, if I am feeling restlessness combined with a desire to change something I’m not quite sure of what it is, I can change. Yes, I can change even when I am content. It’s okay to yawn oxygen into life as it is. I can move places, shake things up and continue growing.
We can yawn our way to change.
When we’re bored, we yawn. When we’re content, we yawn, we rest and we recharge. When we start to wilt, we pour a rivulet on our thoughts to get them to sprout. It’s okay to wonder about what’s next on the journey? If we’ve outgrown our potted stage in life, it is a great time to move on by asking ourselves WHY.
Post inspiration: Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Word with Y, start and end with Why?
Maybe it’s a transitional thing…change of season, a lull in the usual activity…
I’m there too. I search my WP reader for inspiration and it seems to have dropped off a little.
Well, we must get it back! Maybe it’s time to start a trend!
I agree – I’m game! What ideas do you have?
Well, certain food type blog posts get quite a bit of traction, but I’m equally uninspired in the kitchen as I am everywhere else so I don’t know. Will have to think about this…
LOL – me too! I’m going to ponder all day…and I’ll check in with you tomorrow to see what we’ve both come up with………!
Ill health reigned over much of my Winter season but now the pain and worries are manageable. It helps that everything here is greening up … except for my hanging pots which suffered greatly from the bitter Winter. Today two Hummingbirds came by and a rabbit has claimed residence in the back forty. Thank you for the inspirational read and my smile today. g
Thank you, G! Glad to hear you’re feeling better. The birds have arrived here too, and we (along with our cats) are enjoying watching them claim their space in the yard. How is Kat? Hope she is bringing you smiles too! 🙂