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.
Lynette Magnino As a free lance writer for almost 20 years and a communications professional within corporate and non-profit environments for the better part of 35 years, I put words to paper, tell stories and convey messages. Feature stories, press releases, brochures, newsletters, scripts, proposals, business plans and many other creative media represent the breadth of my "product" provided for healthcare services, educational systems, boards and associations, and faith/ministry organizations.