To be grateful for
The luxury of being bored. I’ve been fighting these feelings of filling what was once drinking time now that it’s colder (but not yet ski season).
And what a fricken luxury that I don’t have to work at all hours of the day. I get the opportunity now and I’m here for the challenge. I do wish I liked more quiet time activities: forever an outdoors/fitness/runner type who can’t carry a tune or do many artsy things.. yet 
! I used to be like “well what should I do?!” After even realizing I’ve done an incredible amount more in my day without realizing. Now it’s just to let myself be a little bored sometimes. I think it’s definitely part of my journey to learn to accept some stillness that isn’t me glued to a chair with wine or whiskey