When I told my Counseling Psychology PhD supervisor that I was dropping out of graduate school to be a farmer, she said, "You'll be bored." I found that insulting, and I knew much less then about farming than I do now. The arrogant dismissal of something based, I assume, on ignorance, seemed very counter to what I was being taught as a counseling professional. You see, most academics look down on people who use any other part of their body beyond the gray matter to make a living, in my experience. And farming? Dirty, low-paid work.
Although my farm is tiny, hardly a farm at all, it's still a microcosm of what it means to help the soil and all of the systems in a garden work to bring food out of the ground. I open a beehive, and the whole story of that colony is laid out in front of me, although I have yet to learn how to observe carefully enough to see it all.
I'm not bored.
Frustrated, yes, anxious, sometimes, but not ever bored. In fact, one psychological concept I learned about in graduate school, "flow" by Mihaly Csikzentmihalyi, best describes what I experience out there.
It is, however, dirty and relatively low-paid.