Why Creativity Needs Boredom
I used to think boredom was the enemy, a sign that I wasn’t doing enough or that something was wrong with my day. But one afternoon changed everything. I was sitting on my cousin’s front porch, waiting for him to finish a phone call that somehow lasted forever. There was nothing to do: no Wi-Fi, no background music, no notifications. Just a creaky chair, a half-empty cup of juice, and a lizard on the wall staring at me like it knew my secrets. At first, boredom hit me like a wall. I sighed. I fidgeted. I mentally scrolled through things I wished I could be doing. But then, like a door quietly unlocking, my mind slipped into a different gear. I started imagining stories about the lizard, maybe it was a warrior on a secret mission, or a retired superhero taking a break. I remembered a childhood game I used to play, building entire kingdoms out of bottle caps and sticks. I had an idea for a class project. A blog post idea floated into my mind. Then another. And another. My creativit...
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