Andy was my daughter Sandra’s best friend. He lived across the street. The two of them found many things to do. But sometimes they couldn’t decide what they wanted to do next. That is when the two little kids would sit on a large rock in Andy’s front yard. This rock was approximately two feet in every dimension—width, length, and height. Sandra and Andy would take turns reciting.: “Bored.” “Bored.” “Bored” until they figured out something they wanted to do.
When Andy’s family were getting ready to move, the “bored” rock was rolled across the street and deposited in my front yard. I painted it red and turned it into a giant ladybug named Bertha Louise—but that is a different story for another time.
Boredom has value. It gives me time to think, to contemplate. It provides time to evaluate my choices and consider the activities that consume my time. Which ones are of value? Which ones are drudgery? Which ones are meaningless? Which ones are fun and exciting? Boredom is part of my journey from where I am to where I want to go.
There are so many things available to relieve boredom.
Not everyone has a big rock, though.
I didn’t know that the Bored rock and Bertha Louise were same rock thanks for sharing.