The art of being lazy

I have a confession: sometimes I'm lazy.

Being lazy totally gets a bad rap.  If being lazy means you take downtime from an otherwise busy, full and tiring life, than so be it.

If lazy is wrong, I don't want to be right.

I work out (I do!). I play tennis. I have a full time job. I have hobbies. I also go out regularly and travel occasionally. Does that sound lazy?

I mean, sure, if you peeled the roof off my condo on any given Saturday afternoon when none of those things are happening, will you see me in my yoga pants on the couch cuddling with my dog while watching my DVR and eating meals laying down, with dog toys and shoes covering the floor and dirty dishes piled up in the kitchen? Probably. Perhaps you'd exclaim then "ha, LAZY!" But I would barely notice because I would be in my happy place.

Being lazy is not the same as not having ambition. Or being slovenly. Or not having options. It's a matter of just needing a break.

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who have down time and use it to do a project/make something/help someone/reach their dreams; and those who have down time and take that time to literally lie down.

I take issue with people who never wind down. There's something wrong with that. It's creepy. Do you REALLY want to be on the go ALL the time? Those people are suspect. They're probably working for the NSA.

I would argue that being lazy -- or in other words, taking time to sit and do nothing even if you have a list of things to do -- is essential to recharging your batteries. We are all running around so much and we're always connected via our devices.

Do I feel guilty sometimes? Sure. I'm sure there are always better things I could be doing. But nothing feels better than blowing all that off and plowing through your DVR in some comfie pants.

So take a nap! Blow off your chores! Sit on your couch and watch some TV! Stay inside on a Saturday! It's worth it, trust me.*

*Sorry people with kids, this probably doesn't apply to you.