The other night I told our son, “I’m bothered, but not bored.”
I’m bothered by the work load I put on myself. Career, home, church, gym, home, family, retirement.
I’m not bored by any of it though.
Why?
Because I love it. None of it feels like work. So, being bored is the last thing on my mind.
Except for one small detail, and I must confess, “I’m bored with being bothered!”
