I’ve lost count of the number of times that my kids have uttered these dreaded words.

Yet, this weekend, far, far away from home, away from all parental responsibilities, away from the cooking and cleaning and driving, away from the phone and computer, I, too, whispered those three little words.

And it was magical.

Because I can’t remember the last time I was actually bored.  When I had nothing to do, nowhere to go and nobody to take care of.  I literally didn’t have a care in the world.

I was swept away in thoughts of sweet nothing.  I stayed in this foreign mindset for an entire weekend, until my mind was a blank slate, one in which I could use to layer a new set of thoughts, of plans, of hopes and dreams.

Ahh, beautiful, blissful boredom.  I look forward to its happy return.

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