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I am so looking forward to the 14 ½ hour flight to Australia. Is it because of the cramped seating, the airline food, or the stale, re-circulated air? Or perhaps it’s the four movies on a tiny screen and the free booze? (Yes, we get free booze on the flight.) Nope, it’s because of the boredom.
Boredom, how I miss you.
Even in retirement I have a hard time with a day that is devoted to simply eating, sleeping and reading. Don’t get me wrong. I love a day of just eating, sleeping and reading. But I can’t do it. Not even in retirement. It’s a very hard thing to do, actually. Life interrupts. Guilt interrupts. And darn it, that voice that shouts, “Go do something with your life!” interrupts.
But there’s nothing else to do on the plane. Nothing. It’s forced boredom, and how I relish the thought of fourteen and one half hours of forced boredom.
I’m not sure why so many people fear boredom in retirement. Frankly, it’s hard to find the time for it.
Remember that summer vacation when you were a kid? The one you so looked forward to for the last several weeks of school? And then a few weeks into it you were following your mom around the house nagging, “Mom, what can I doooooo, there’s nothing to doooooooo?” Oh I remember. It was awful.
Oh, how I miss it.
I’ve got three books I’ve been working my way through for the last six months. I’m stalled in the middle of knitting a blanket for a friend’s baby. I haven’t written in my journal since July 28th. All things I can do guilt free on a 14 ½ hour plane ride. I can nap. I can read travel books. I can have idle conversation with my husband and he’ll actually listen because there’s nowhere else for him go!
As Katrina Onstad writes in her Globe and Mail piece Why We Should Rediscover the Joys of Boredom, “What is a holiday, really, but the opportunity to pay for boredom?”
Yes, it seems like you should be able to do all these things in retirement, but trust me, it’s a whole lot easier when there’s absolutely nothing else you can possibly do because you are trapped on a plane.
I can’t wait.
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