Spending The Day Alone

I am at this point in my life/routine where there are large gaps of time that I get to spend by myself. Whether I like it or not.
These gaps are quickly filled with the noise of the activity within my skull — more energetic thoughts in the morning that slowly taper off as time wears on. The day drags on me at times like a light weight that I must carry.
I sometimes see this time as a challenge to be with myself. To experience life and to listen to the quiet that envelops the space I am in.
But usually, this results in minutes to long swaths of time that are dedicated to watching YouTube and scrolling through feeds that are somewhat useless.
But with this extra time — I get to work out a bit here, listen to music a bit there, write a little bit, wander and be bored.
And though being bored has this negative connotation to it, it is almost impossible to come by these days if you do not somehow force it upon yourself.
It is something that has become lost with our interconnectedness with technology. I think some of us 20-something-year-olds can remember a time where life was boring for the majority of the day — so our imagination had to run free.
It was able to. It just takes time. Time that we don’t have.
So if you’re ever spending the day alone — and you’re kind of bored — maybe you can feel the nostalgia of your kid self that felt bored. It might be an interesting thought before you go ahead and pick up that smartphone.
Thanks for reading.
