As I get older, I seem to be more inclined to embrace my own laziness.
I could take my daughter swimming, but that’s a lot of work. Even though she still enjoys it, I don’t make the effort to take her swimming as often as I did when we were both younger.
There is no shortage of other examples.
I could set up calendar invites to talk to various friends. But how could I guarantee that I would be able to talk to them at the prescribed times? It’s not that I don’t want to talk to my friends. It just takes effort, in addition to everything else I do daily.
I know that doing creative work is good for me; nevertheless, I find endless excuses to put it off. “I need at least an hour when I can focus on it.” This is just my resistance talking. I wonder how many books have been written ten minutes at a time. “I don’t feel like doing it now.” Since when did I become such a whiner?
Of course, there’s a good reason humans want to be lazy. Over the years, it’s been an evolutionary advantage. Resting renews our energy to do all kinds of things.
The trick is to know when not to be lazy!
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