Bored or Boring?

I don't fully understand the concept of boredom.

It's not that each moment of my life is riveting or that every interaction is life-changing or even intensely meaningful. Far from it. In fact, from the vantage point of an innocent bystander, my life is quite middle-of-the-road and ordinary. Full of daily, repetitive movements necessitated by a life in motion. Average. As common as a kitchen sink.

But this thing we call ordinary life is frequently so awe-inspiring to me that even common days are not boring to me.

This week alone found me being awed by an enormous, burning orange sun during a morning commute, the successful resolution of two intense, work-related crisis management situations, briefly losing my cool with a colleague, choosing a nap over a weekend household chore, collecting data towards an exciting new business venture, making a choice in one single moment to not over-think my life and balancing my tendency to over-achieve with the acceptance that this is the way things are.

Nothing earth shattering. Just the stuff of a life lived out loud and in the moment. Epiphanies of the everyday. Bored? Boring? Not possible.  Thankfully!