Boredom worries me more than it should some days. Not necessarily because there’s nothing going on, but more about my hand in my own inactivity.
Monotony is something that mostly stems from your own lack of creativity, or at least a lack of will to create something in a moment. So there’s just a vacancy in its place and you’re hanging there, complaining about your inability to fill it.
Whenever I get to that point, for the most part I know it’s on me. That’s what makes it all the more irritating when I look back on all the projects still left to do on my end.
Maybe I should restructure. Make a damn list or something.