I'm so excited to begin each and every day. I look forward to absolutely everything. Life wasn't always like this. There were days upon days that I anticipated with boredom and exhaustion. What changed?
Something tiny. A very tiny thought popped into my head one morning while I was making breakfast. I thought that maybe I would enjoy cooking, eating, and after breakfast clean-up quite a bit more if I did something creative with it. So I did.
That morning I rummaged through the fridge and came up with a small handful of veggies that I washed, chopped and added to a dab of melted butter in a skillet before scrambling my eggs. And a pinch or two of spice. Maybe four extra minutes of my time made all the difference, and I really enjoyed breakfast.
During clean-up, I kept a notepad and pencil handy. I thought about what I might make tomorrow and I wrote it down. I even thought about busy mornings on the fly when a piece of toast and Nutella was all I'd have time for. I resolved that on those mornings, I'd use fine china for my tea and toast. Or spread a cloth and have a floor picnic.
Those thoughts took me through the day and here and there I began to write down things that would easily add pleasure to other routines. I thought about adding a flower--just one--to my table every day. And I thought about places to get flowers and about crocheting doilies and all sorts of other things, too. And I wrote them in my notebook. Some weren't practical, but it was fun thinking them up and writing them down.
I thought about expanding this. Seeing every single piece of monotony in my day in a different light. And I thought about driving, and how I hated it. So I resolved to notice one new thing on each and every drive and to remember to write it in my notebook. Once I noticed a shirt on a man standing at a corner. Another time I noticed that the telephone wire running along the outside of a building I always passed was painted blue. Just tiny things. But life started becoming more exciting. I began to look forward to seeing. And I fell in love with thinking up ways to add something playful to every routine.
Some other tiny things that made a big difference were how I turned book reading and film watching--things I've always savored--into an end of the day ritual, and how I purposely skip some days and just keep them open. How I randomly pick a day each week to sip wine or tea in bed while listening to music. How I invite my family to join me, or ask them let me spend my time privately, and what a huge difference voicing an invitation or a desire to be left alone can make, and how it gives a choice to others.
And then, all of a sudden one day I realized that I looked forward to everything. All of it. And the most beautiful thing happened along the way--I have very a hard time now remembering how it felt to be bored.