Bored?

The sun is beaming. Its brilliant rays are soaking up all this

January gloom.

Spring sprung forward.

School interrupted my peaceful break of sleeping ridiculous amounts

and reading absurdly grand novels for no real reason. I just

wanted to. Isn't that such a great concept? Reading for pleasure?

I'm afraid the tediousness of copyediting may drain me of my intense

desire to read everything on the Barnes and Noble shelves.

Is it a curse to do what you love? Will we all be eventually broken of

our passions?

I'm currently conjuring a story in my head about a man who

undergoes just that. Chris Daton is his name, a man who got everything

he wanted, but in the end he is alone, bored, and miserable.

(Coming to stores near you in 2012).

Boredom. It's definitely one of my most prominent fears. I don't

want to simply "get through" my days, post-graduation. I want to LOVE

my job,fixing dishelved plots and twisted characters. I want to live

zealously, fully, and abundantly. Isn't that what Christ called us to, after

all? This desire, I hope, will not allow me to be satisfied with

mediocrity or passivity in any aspect of life.

I fear the same thing with the schlump I will one day marry. Poor guy.

Too often, couples get bored.

But, unlike your profession, you're simply stuck. Conversation drains.

Interests collide. You both are morphing into these old, saggy versions

of yourselves. The scary thing is, are you transforming together?

Or apart?

Who is to say in 5, 10, 50 years from now you will still be as madly in

love, if not more so? The thought is terrifying.

I just don't want to be bored.

I don't want to regret anything.

Life is but a moment.