Embracing Lazy
Lazy is rarely a neutral word.
We use it for sleeping late, leaving the laundry, taking the easy trail, reading when there's work to be done, choosing not to climb the ladder we've been told we're supposed to climb.
For a long time, I thought laziness was a deficit of mine. I wasn't motivated by many of the things I was supposed to care about. I didn't want the pristine house, the perfect appearance, the packed schedule, or the traditional markers of success.
But I could spend hours making ravioli from scratch. Obsess over a tiny detail in a drawing. Sit with someone I love without watching the clock. Lose myself completely in a book.
Maybe I was never unwilling to put in the effort.
Maybe I just didn't value the things I was told I should.
Because sometimes existing is all you have the strength for. And that's okay.
In a world that celebrates early risers, sleep in. In a world that glorifies full schedules and exhaustion, take a nap. In a world that tells you to be everything, rest.
When the world tells you to clean your house, do your hair, and make dinner before you get to do something for you, I say push the laundry to the side of the bed (or sit on the floor) and escape into a book you love.
