Thank you. This article is long overdue. Not due to laziness! Just that I needed to read it a long time ago. The word “lazy” is tattooed on my forehead. Okay, not literally, but in my heart…on my forehead in my heart.
A therapist once told me, after I had been seeing her for a couple years and I finally got around to the word “lazy,” that I wasn’t lazy. When something was important to me, I wasn’t lazy. I could pull all nighters if it was something I wanted to do. I could work for weeks on something if it was important. I wasn’t lazy; I was just selective on where I spent my energy. It still hasn’t quite sunk in but sometimes makes me feel better. And my dishes still aren’t done. Oh well. Nobody will die.
Thanks again! Keep writing. When you are able and actually want to!