Observe the dullest moment of your day and flip it into an opportunity to be creative. Sharpen your senses. Be fully aware of every sensation around you; sights, sounds, smells, taste and touch. Boredom is the result of a lack of stimulus, or taking your everyday stimulus for granted. So then, allow yourself to experience these “boring” influences in a completely unbiased and fresh way. Don’t take the uniqueness of your circumstances for granted. Embrace them afresh with an open mind, and a determination to add value.

In addressing my own circumstances with creative possibility, I find myself immediately more engaged and fascinated with my surroundings. I hardly get bored with this mindset. With only a pad and pen and an active mind, I can begin to give a thoughtful analysis to the place I’m in, rather than begging for time to pass quickly. We’ve been made to process our environments in an incredibly detailed fashion, and in order to take advantage of this observant tendency, all you must do is focus.

Below is an analysis of my own today.

A beeping combination opens the door to laminate tile. Footsteps met quickly by a purple carpet creaking up the first flight. A metal door at the top of the 6 stair flight is painted the same color as the wall. A light tan. Upon entering the deserted hallway, you are confronted with a stillness that does not provoke hospitality. An occasional welcome matte or doorway charms or outside shoes are the only signs of life presented.

This place is a hive of people from around the globe. Neighbors are foreign to one another, most often literally, unified only by the property’s imposing, upper-case, initials. Cardboard box cutting initiates our assemblage. Nuts and bolts clink onto the appropriate threads. A large, singular window beams light from the stairwell, offering insight into the activities of the resident variety. Sitting on the floor, carpet perfect for rug burn and atmosphere optimal for boredom. But the contrary takes place; conversations of author’s and artists, the human condition, The Buddha and Jesus of Nazareth. 

Sometimes silence falls, and you are pleased to experience the breadth of sounds that pass  the ear with out any usual consideration. The occasional rustling on each floor, buzzing air conditioners kick on or off, outdated ceiling fans hum. Your mouth tastes like McDonalds coffee, and you sort of imagine that a headache is coming on. Up you’re exit of the Dormitory, you walk across the parking lot. The moving air is revitalizing, and it sets the tone for the next block of work that awaits us, in a building much like where we’d spent the morning prior. There is sufficient work to go around, meaningful conversation, and good times for thinking to be had for all.