Idle moments

Lazy days have eluded me most of my life. Only recently have I discovered what it means to wake up now and then and realize, “I have no plans, no commitments and nothing that I really HAVE to do.”

At first, it scared me.  I didn’t know what to do with myself.  For years, I dreamed of such luxury and I wanted nothing more than time to pursue all the things that I never had time to do. 

Or perhaps, time to do nothing. Take a nap. Sit in a chaise lounge in the warmth of the sun, poolside. Enjoy a warm fire. Rest. These idle moments rejuvenate mind, body and soul.

I do know that, for me, too many lazy days in a row can be habit-forming.  I must spread out the joy of laziness — recreation (I like that word better) — into reasonable intervals so that the days I re-create remain a rationed, intentional, cherished experience. Otherwise, if my days become defined by laziness and sloth, surely I miss out on all that life offers. More important, I miss out on what I can offer life... what I am meant to offer life.