"What are you doing to do today?" Mom asked as I finally sat down to breakfast at 9:00.
I nibbled at my granola bar. "Absolutely nothing."
I'd spent the night dreaming about filing papers and catching a stomach bug from one of the kids at work. There was about an hour during the night that I couldn't tell if I was awake or if I was just dreaming that I was lying in bed awake. But I woke up at 6:45 with postnasal drip and a stomach scolding me for eating expired fruit for dinner.
What did I do between 6:45 and 9:00, you ask? Well, I have the amazing ability to lie in bed and do absolutely nothing for hours on end. Normally, I'll take this time to plan out scenes for my books. I'll watch them in movie-form in my head, over and over again, tweaking what the characters do and say and where they're standing in the room and things like that. I'm pretty sure that I spent most of this morning dozing. After that, I read my Bible (distractedly), played on my phone, and finally acquiesced to my sister's demands to help her connect her PS3 to WiFi.
I'm done with both work and school until after Christmas. I figured I deserved a break.
Part of me rejoices in being lazy. Granted, my definition of 'lazy' probably doesn't match anyone else's. It involves getting out of bed at 9 (after waking up at or before 7:30), wasting time on my phone, playing piano, and going barefoot. I'll definitely get dressed and brush my teeth. I might write or crochet. I might watch an hour of YouTube, but I won't spend half the day marathoning my favorite movie or TV show.
Normally, there's a little nudge somewhere inside me that tells me to get off my laptop, put down my phone, and clean my room. But for some reason, it's not there right now. Maybe it only shows up when I'm browsing classical art memes or How to Train Your Dragon fanart on Pinterest.
I didn't use to be lazy. When I first moved to Texas at the age of twelve, I was both a perfectionist and an overachiever. My mom, sensing that I was overworking myself, got me a friend who was a bit more laid back than I was. She introduced me to the finer points of internet usage, staying up past midnight, and movie marathons. The hope was that we would rub off on each other. We did.
Winter is a good time of year to be lazy. You get to stay inside and cuddle up with a warm blanket, away from the wind and the clouds and any precipitation. (In my opinion, there's nothing drearier than rain in 40- or 50-degree weather.) In Texas, summer is also a good time of year to be lazy, simply because it's too hot to do anything. And for me personally, after a week of work and a weekend of Christmas parties, I'm ready to make a pillow fort and hunker down.
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M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.