Boring isn’t bad. You might think so. But after something awful has happened? You’ll do anything for boring again. You will crave it like spring after a harsh winter.

Never again will I take for granted boredom or normalcy

I can do something about either of those. I can shake things up or dispel boredom by doing something. Or I can sit with it.

But I couldn’t do anything after my son’s death by suicide.

Prior to his death, our lives were chaos. My son’s drug addiction had us tied in knots–our hearts, our stomachs, our minds. We wanted to fix it but there was no fixing it. There were no boring moments anymore because I was always on high alert.

What had once been something I dreaded, became something I wanted to feel again because it signified a normal life, not a shattered one. I didn’t even know I would miss it. But I did.

Boredom is actually a rare event in this digital world

People fear it and whenever they feel it, they pick up their phones to fill their heads and avoid it. Those of us who remember a time before so many screens know how those moments of boredom meant space–space that allowed our brains to recharge and provided room to think, dream, imagine, watch clouds, and create.

Boredom helps you build perseverance, endurance, patience, and resilience. That empty space of time unfilled does have value. Yet we have so little of it and we fail to appreciate it.

Today when you are tempted to reach for the phone because it’s a habit to avoid boredom, stop yourself. Let yourself sit and appreciate it’s peace and value. Relish and treasure it. Embrace it and see it as a moment of peace–a moment that doesn’t have to be filled with anything.