One thing I will never ever understand is how anyone could ever get bored. There are millions of things to do, no matter if you’re an indoor or outdoor person. “I’m bored” is something I never really say, and if so, reality probably is that I’m just lazy, which sure is a difference. Or maybe I’m stuck in a boring seminar or something like that, that I can’t get out of. But even then, I usually find something to do. Basically, all I need is a pen and a piece of paper to be happy.
I’m a creative person – always have, always will. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Because for me, it is super easy to find something to do. My head is always full of ideas, which can also be annoying, cause I constantly want to do a million things at once, but I can’t. And that frustrates and sometimes overwhelms me. And you know that feeling, when you have a million things to do, but you just do nothing, cause you don’t know where to start? That’s what often happens in my head. Sometimes, it just can’t handle it all.
I would never complain about having lots of ideas, though. I never found it hard to entertain myself. As a child, I never needed someone by side. I could be in my room for hours and just play with dolls, or read or write in my notebooks or whatever else there was to do. Stories, invisible friends or scenes for your Barbies are all results of creativity. Nothing brings me more joy than being alone and letting my creativity flow.
So when I’m not working, sleeping or out with friends, I’m mostly being creative. And yes, of course I also watch a lot of TV shows, but even that gives me new ideas. When I watch something, I have a notebook next to me to jot down thoughts. Often, I turn that into a blog post or something. I’ve done that, ever since I was a little girl. My notebooks are everything. It’s not often that I leave the house without one. I wish, I could also write things down while driving, cause some good ideas come from that.
My mind will never allow me to be bored. It’s always full. No matter what is going on, I’ll eventually come up with something. And I love it. It makes me feel good about myself and in a way, almost never lonely. Sure, it happens, but then I just do something I love like write or put together another page in my scrapbook and when I’m done, I feel absolutely satisfied. I don’t think, I would want to exchange my creativity for any other quality in the world.