Just a thought.
What would happen if I optimized my life for boring? Same food every day. Same clothes every day. Limited intellectual inputs. Exercise routine is routine.
Minimalism sort of describes this for one’s personal physical environment.
Marcus Aurelius seems to favor this for reading and wisdom (read the same books over and over–that’s his admonition).
Deliberate constraints create opportunities and breakthroughs. Constraint can cause creativity–if you embrace constraint.
Minimalism sounds trendy. (Well, it actually is trendy).
Boring is not trendy. And it can never be trendy. That’s good. Because ancient questions are answered by ancient wisdom. And ancient wisdom, when compared to new hotness, is boring.
Memorandum to self. Just don’t use your high quick start (hat tip to Kolbe on this) to launch — until you’re committed.
And if you try this as an experiment — say 90 days — build the system around it that will ensure success. Then launch.
I don’t even know what it would look like, at the end of 90 days, to say “I’m boring.” Probably this can be defined by the existence of habits, as an external validation of achievement. I done this.
But the inside man? I seriously doubt that I would say to myself “I’m bored” even if, for instance, my only leisure time activity was to re-read Meditations.
“Run straight into your shitstorm” is ancient wisdom, although I prefer Merlin Mann’s pithy formulation. So sue me.
Pursue boredom in all of my affairs? What’s the worst that can happen? I will be bored.
It’s something to aspire to. Boredom.