Friday, January 20, 2012
Sometimes, it's okay to be lazy.
And for a long time I made every effort to do these things. And I kept failing. And I felt awful, like I was somehow unworthy, because couldn't I just be more productive and together if I tried harder? If I planned better? Why couldn't I do it? Why can't I do this? I'd think. I must be lazy.
You know why I failed?
I got tired.
I think we all get tired.
A lot of us have long commutes, and for many good and valid reasons, moving closer to where we work isn't always an option. A lot of us cannot work from home and cannot afford to work a reduced workweek. And it's not as if we get home to nothing but leisure. I don't have little elves who do my laundry and clean my home and pay my bills and feed my cat. Most parents I know don't have elves who watch the kids and cook dinner and do the dishes and cart everyone around. There aren't elves that do the grocery shopping for us, get the oil changed, do the yardwork (if you have a yard) or iron your clothes. We're busy doing the every day stuff to maintain our lives.
So, I have a proposal for everyone, it being a Friday and all: we promise ourselves to not be productive all the time. That we not only refuse to feel guilty for not setting and meeting goals (what??) but that we strive to spend a few hours a week in comfy clothes, procrastinate doing something that needs to be done (or that we think needs to be done but maybe doesn't). That we spend that time reading a book, or watching a show we enjoy, or petting the dog or cat or even just napping. That we just take some time to breathe. Not do anything deep or meaningful, not try to attain spiritual enlightenment, not to improve ourselves.
But just to breathe. Just to take a few hours to glory in doing nothing, to know that in the grand scheme of things, it's okay to not live your life like it's plotted out on a spreadsheet.