People often ask me if I am bored and I never know how to answer this question. When I was working ten hour days I would have welcomed boredom. I would even have invited him into my house and made him a cup of tea. I was that anxious to have a moment that did not include a mound of paperwork or irritating phone calls.
Someone just asked me this question while at the Caribbean side of Costa Rica. There I sat, watching the ocean churn and the palm trees sway in the breeze when someone asked, “Aren’t you bored?”
I’m not sure boredom was the word she was looking for since it’s easy to make the simple things in life more complicated. It turns out that appreciating the present moment is not boredom but gratitude. And a life of gratitude feels great no matter where you live.
Later that day I watched a baby sloth climb back up a tree, ocassionally reaching out his arm as if I was his mother. It’s a memory that will always stay with me.
It was a good day. And there were no irritating phone calls to answer.