ennui. A true Gilmore Girls fan would recognize this word. The rest of the world probably thinks I had my fingers on the wrong keys as I typed…or that I have an impressive and mysterious vocabulary. For the Gilmore Girls at heart, you might remember the episode in which Michel infects Sookie with a sense of ennui, a French word meaning dissatisfaction, weariness, listlessness, or boredom. (What’s the opposite of ennui? Off-ui!)
I can feel myself getting infected with ennui. My immune system is breaking down. While I recognize the multitude of ways in which I am profoundly blessed, I am left with a sense of restlessness. Again I feel my 8 to 5 life affecting the hours spent away from the office. I don’t like it one bit. And I’m trying to resist. But it seems like one can only fight it for so long. There is a bit of comfort knowing that I am not the only one experiencing some the symptoms of ennui. But that doesn’t mean that it should be accepted or ignored.
I don’t know what the remedy for ennui will be. My ability to be patient is most often valuable, until patience morphs into simply holding on for too long. Laughter helps, and a good hug does too. We press on, we hope and pray for a better day. We say, “Ennui, get off me!”