Life’s too short to be bored.
Years ago, I was waiting to for my date to arrive. He was over 2 hours late. (probably wasn’t such a great idea to continue to see him as it was a distinctly poor start to the relationship, but that’s another story…)
I felt restless. I identified the feeling as being bored.
I’m bored, you often hear kids say. 
Boredom: the state of being weary and restless through lack of interest in one’s current activity or because one is unoccupied. Synonyms: doldrums, ennui, listlessness, restlessness, tedium, weariness.
It’s fascinating that the word bored is tied to weariness. 
I realized that my “boredom” came from inside, there was no external force telling me to feel restless because I had “nothing to do”.
Here I was, in my own home, surrounded by things I loved to do, books I yearned to read, the phone just a few feet away (hooked to the wall by a cord, there were no cell phones or computers, hence no social media).
And I felt BORED.
It was like a lightning bolt struck me.
I thought: It’s my life. I choose what to do, who to see, where to go. I have only one time around this merry-go-round and I shouldn’t waste time complaining about being bored! 
From that day forward I banished it from my vocabulary. I decided I would never even use the phrase again.
And I never have. 
Wallowing in feelings of weariness or restlessness isn’t helpful. It’s my life. I have no excuse for saying I’m bored.
Social media is an easy release for this feeling of restlessness, and I used to turn to for relief. (I ditched all personal social media on Labour Day and now I turn to a book.)
But I still don’t say I’m bored.
If you say find yourself thinking or saying “I’m bored” take a closer look. How can you shift your perspective to more fully identify what you are actually feeling – weary, tired, restless, frustrated, stressed-out etc. How can you get to the other side? 
It’s your life. 
You decide.
Have fun: read, walk, work out, go for a drive, call a friend (or your mom) or go on social media, because it’s “social” after all. 
Boredom is, well, such a bore. 
It’s not for you. Dr. Seuss is never wrong, is he? 

From: The Place You’ll Go
The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go…
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

That’s not for you!