I have an overflowing basket of laundry to fold. It’s been at least a week of this thing sitting in the middle of my bedroom. But I’m lazy.
I have a pile of things that I still need to find a place for. I haven’t personally cooked a meal (unless you count salads and lean cuisine) since I moved in December. I’ve been journaling way more than I’ve been blogging… What can I say? I’m lazy.
But sometimes that’s okay.
I’ve always been a little bit of a workaholic. Before I moved, I spent a good month or two waking up at 3:30 in the morning so I could drive an hour and clock in to work by 5; then I’d be lucky to make it back home before 5pm. Now that I live closer to work, I’m filling my newfound free time with projects. I like being productive, creating, and helping others do the same. I like getting things done.
But sometimes it’s okay to be lazy.
I came home from work this afternoon and immediately fell asleep for 2 hours. I still haven’t taken care of that laundry. Or eaten anything. But I have been writing this.
Maybe tomorrow will be more productive. Or maybe I’ll sleep in and spend half the day watching TV. Perhaps I’ll get a good balance of both. But no matter what happens tomorrow, I need to remember that it’s okay. Everybody needs a lazy day occasionally.
If you’re reading this and you haven’t taken a break lately, do it. Go be lazy for once.