Some days, I’ve got a whole list of things to do, important things, too. Projects to finish, tasks I’ve been putting off, assignments that are creeping up on their deadlines. It’s like this never-ending pile of stuff that just keeps building, but instead of knocking it out, I just… don’t. I choose to be lazy, like completely ignore everything I should be doing and let myself do nothing at all.
It’s not even that I’m tired all the time. Some days, I wake up with energy, a solid plan in my head. I’ll tell myself, “Okay, today’s the day. You’re going to get so much done.” And then the hours start slipping by. First, I tell myself, “I’ll start after breakfast,” but then I end up scrolling on my phone, watching random videos that somehow suck me in. Next thing I know, it’s afternoon, and I still haven’t started. By the time it’s evening, I’ve already convinced myself that tomorrow will be a better day to start, tomorrow, for sure.
The weird part is, I don’t even feel that bad about it. I know I should be stressed, I know I should feel guilty or disappointed in myself for not being productive. But on those lazy days, I almost feel okay with doing nothing. It’s like I’m giving myself permission to check out, even though I know there’s a mountain of stuff waiting for me on the other side.
But no matter how lazy i tend to be, i still clean and yes, i did today. See pictures below.
