Permission to feel the boredom

You know the feeling: the clock moves slower, each minute feels like a small surrender. The data entry, the daily commute, the endless meetings, the same routine. It's not that you lack drive; it's that the drive has nowhere to go in this landscape of sameness. You start to wonder if something is wrong with you for finding it so hard. But what if the problem isn't the work, but the expectation tha...