The importance of being lazy

The Ordinary Lovely: The importance of being lazy

Do you know, it seems that I have forgotten how to do nothing. Not just forgotten, I'm almost in fear of doing nothing. Or of doing very little. Kicking back and focusing on something simple, relaxing, or even simply sitting and thinking, or perhaps not even thinking at all. I can't remember how to do any of those things anymore. Or if I find myself with time to just be, I worry that I should be busier or ticking off one of the many things on my to-do list, even though the deadlines are mostly self-imposed. How strange?! When did I lose of the art of being a little bit lazy? I was once able to spend hours doing nothing more than musing over the identity of Gossip Girl and conducting a mini-debate as to whether my imaginary New York crash pad should be on the Upper East or Upper West Side. I'm definitely not cool enough for the Meat Packing District but would want to be overlooking Central Park, anyway. Which would you choose? It's a tough one, isn't it?!

I'm very good at saying no to things that I don't want to do. I'm not filling my time with activities that I've been burdened with, or that I've reluctantly agreed to do, or that I feel like I have to do. There's just so many things which I really, really want to do. Baking, playing, painting, making, collecting, writing, reading, laughing, watching, running, shopping, blogging, visiting, entertaining, tickling, dancing, decorating, gardening, and more baking ... especially if it's something chocolatey. I want to do all of those things. All together. Right now. At once. By the end of today. And then again, tomorrow. All weekend, really. And next week. And forevermore, too.

Sometimes, I feel like I have so many ideas that I could burst. And so many things that I'm excited about that I end up in a confused mess trying to do too many of them simultaneously because I don't want to go to bed until I've tried them ALL. So yes, my bedtime seems to be getting later and later and later again. And then I wake up early and can't get back to sleep because I remember something else that I really, really want to do and I must do it AT ONCE!

A couple of months ago, a friend suggested that we go on a spa weekend. I was horrified. All that time sitting still?! I wasn't sure that I could manage it. How terrible is that? Before the boys were born, I went on at least a couple of weekend breaks a year and rarely did we venture far from the hotel. It was all about unwinding, and relaxing, and of course, gossiping (about Gossip Girl). I wonder if it's motherhood or simply the fact that I'm ageing that makes me feel like a moment spent sitting, is a moment wasted. What is wrong with me?! 

So this autumn, I'm on a mission to slow down. To slow live. To sit down. To sip rather than gulp. To walk for walking's sake rather than to reach a destination. To see a task to the end before starting on a new one. To stop saying yes to everything I like and start saying definitely to the things that I love. To sleep in (children permitting). To see, to share, to sample even more salted caramel chocolate. To watch Strictly with both eyes and no phone or laptop in hand. And yes, to sneak a trip to the spa. It's time to rediscover the importance of being a little bit lazy and perhaps resurrect the Chuck Bass versus Nate Archibald discussion. Who's your favourite? I'm still Camp Bass but will maybe have to watch the entire series again to be sure!

The Ordinary Lovely: The importance of being lazy
The Ordinary Lovely: The importance of being lazy
The Ordinary Lovely: The importance of being lazy