Except in my house. You are warmly welcome here, Laziness. But maybe only for a short visit. The other day I spent my morning in a rather lazy way. I read a trashy novel in bed, consumed endless mugs of sloppily brewed tea and didn't change out of my jammies until the sun was quite high in the sky. It was pure laziness and I loved it. I even found myself doing nothing but sitting on my couch, just wandering around in my thoughts, allowing them to be wild and uncontrolled and interesting.
Eventually the demands of the day crept in and I shed my sloth and torpor for more conventional ways of being. I got around to last night's dishes, planned a simple dinner and organized several piles of life's flotsam. But it was sweet to have had those few hours (and my own permission!) to lollygag about. I've come to think they're necessary for a contented and creative life. There has to be spaces in the busyness for the magic to slip in and a lazy morning spent staring out the window is perfect for such occurrences.
So I say find a way to give yourself some of this unstructured, lazy time and start unravelling some of your usual assumptions and preoccupations. Allow something to influence you that isn't a product of your diligence and striving, something wilder and less predictable. Who knows what fascinating places this will take you!
Huh. Maybe this being lazy isn't so unproductive after all.
Related: Weekend Meditation: Fallow Time
(Image: sidewalk flying)