Spinning

There’s a lack of boredom in my life. Life outside is too interesting. Distracted. Time is experienced as a blur of visuals and sounds. My brain needs downtime. This constant, nagging sense of distraction is a possible contributor to my writer’s block.

My understanding of the creative process, among other great balancing processes of life, is that it takes its own time and often begins in places of profound boredom. Getting to these states of profound boredom is hard. Curiosity combined with the internet can keep a mind distracted for eternity. Spinning the wheels of the mind, as the information is never truly absorbed. Skimmed, passing through the mind as if it were a gust of wind.