MindSpinner

I have a colleague who beavers through every task; she’s a paragon of productivity. She reminds me that such feats are possible, and that I, too, can do this when I have to. (I will have to, for the next three days. I’ll start in just a minute.) I could be sorry for the fact that I find the drudgery of trivial tasks to be drudgery indeed - not so much physical tasks but the ones that require my begrudging mental attention, hour after hour. I could envision this propensity for boredom as a shortcoming I should try to overcome. But I’m not sorry. And I affirm my capacity for perceiving boredom rather than simply trying to pretend it doesn’t exist. I have something bigger or beyond always brewing in my head, and if I invested in my to-do list as if it were the be all and end all of my days, then I would never, ever, frustrated, mutiny against the tyranny of the trivial, throw it all into a heap, and wander off on this quest or that, into the moments in which I actually live, move, breathe, and create. So I resolve to embrace my boredom as a sort of spiritual guide, and when I throw myself into Getting Things Done, it’s so that I can emerge as soon as possible out the other side of my heap, into hours of possibility and being.