Putting the Hungry Ghost on a Diet
I spent most of my adult life running from boredom. When people commented on how busy I was, I often replied by saying at least I won’t be bored . I hoped that reply brought some levity to the reality of my often stuffed-full schedule, though in hindsight I see the fear embedded within it. As a kid I remember being bored quite a lot. Maybe it was due to being an only child living the American Dream (huge house with a fenced yard), or maybe boredom was more a part of postwar childhoods? Either way, many of my childhood memories involved boredom. Once I became more autonomous as a young adult, the pendulum swung the other direction, and I actively eschewed boredom. This active avoidance of boredom took many forms, including the accretion of all sorts of gear. As a younger adult, I had athletic equipment for every possible condition. Different skis for every imaginable snow condition, bikes for every road/trail condition, and when it was too windy to bike or ski, my windsurfing gear