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There’s something to be said for boring. This is what my stepdad said the other day over lunch and it made me chuckle. He said that as he’s gotten older he has developed a greater appreciation for the uneventful things in life. I could never understand this growing up… or even throughout my 20’s… but now… now I understand.

There is certainly something to be said for boring.

For my entire life I have felt like I wasn’t ‘doing enough’. If I had a moment of peace I would get restless, if not physically than mentally. My mind would race… thought after thought until I had either exhausted myself or worked myself into such an anxious ball of thought-yarn that I couldn’t be undone. After years of being or feeling busy it’s easy to forget what it’s like to not be busy and to just be present.

BE. STILL.

Mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually still in a moment. Not to be confused with stagnant – I’ve been there and it’s not a good place to be. But I believe that it is possible to be growing and changing on many different levels in the inside while just enjoying a moment in a calm, peaceful manner here in the physical world.

Boring always had this negative connotation attached to it for me. As a kid boring to me meant slow… uneventful… quiet… even uncomfortable. As a teenager I denied boring like the class nerd. If I found myself alone, I’d fill my space and time with people or things that I didn’t necessarily need or want… just so I wouldn’t be alone and bored. Now, as a young woman just shy of her 30’s, boring has an entirely new meaning. I don’t love it (yet) and haven’t fully embraced it, but it’s no longer uncomfortable for me to sit alone, quiet and with my thoughts.

And boring isn’t just about minutes or hours… but, as my stepdad said, an exceptionally quiet life is something different. It can be so peaceful without chaos. A time of reflection and ease.

Sometimes I need to visually picture myself somewhere in order to experience peace and relaxation. We all have that ‘safe place’ we can go to in our minds that help us to escape from reality even if for a fleeting moment. For me, this place is a beach. But not just any beach – it’s a specific beach in Ontario where I spent a lot of time growing up with my Dad. The sandy shore seemed endless and the lake itself had sand bars… you could wade out into the water for ever and it would only be up to your thighs. We would spend days here camping out in his old 50’s chrome bus that had been converted into a motorhome. It was the coolest place on earth as a kid and really brings back a lot of happy memories for me now as a woman.

Do you have a peaceful place? A happy moment, location or memory that you recall when you need a moment of peace and calming?