I was bored yesterday. I wanted to DO something. “You can do lots of things,” my husband informed me. “You can read or write or sew or cook or work outside, you can go for a walk or a bike ride, you can watch tv, you can go to a movie, you can lie down and take a nap.” I’m not sure what I wanted but it was none of those things and I haven’t found the right match for volunteering yet. I don’t regret that I decided to leave my formal job. It was time. I don’t know a better way to express it than the retired minister I met, who said, “I felt called as strongly to retire as I had once felt, to enter the ministry.” Amen, I say to that! The first three days after I left work, I read and wrote and read and wrote and felt wonderfully sublime. Then I binge- watched “Orange is the New Black”, zooming through a full season of thirteen episodes in four days. After a couple of weeks, I wanted more. Lots more. Something new practically every day. “Were you this easily discontented when you were a child?” asks my wonderfully placid, easy going husband. The answer is yes. So for now I’ve enrolled in a new language class and it starts today. I can’t wait!