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Waves of Boredom

Boredom comes in waves.
I’m scared of waves and up until recently have always been scared of boredom.
I used to feel boredom crash into me like four-footers at high-tide.
Anxiety would fill me and quickly rise higher until I’d finally feel it break and take me down into the undertow.
Thoughts of what I could be doing, should be doing, but currently was not doing, violently swirling around me.
Unable to catch my breathe, clear my head.
I’d fear it’d never end and I’d be lost in swirling thoughts of boredom forever.
But I’ve now realized, even the worst waves pass.
All waves do, eventually.
The calmer you stay while they’re happening, the easier it is to bear them until they pass.
Now boredom still comes in waves,
But they’re the slow, rippling kind.
The ones that never break.
That slowly rise and gradually sink back down to stillness like they were never there.
The kind that calmly carry you until they fade and, before you realize, are gone.
I’ve now realized boredom, like so many other things in life, will always come in waves… whether I like it or not…but it’s in my control to decide what kind of waves they will be.
I could continue to panic every time one came because I chose to see a four-footer coming at me…
Or I could ride the slow ripple and embrace the art of being bored from time to time.
Like mama always says, this too shall pass.