The Easy Thing

The Easy Thing. 

The Lazy Thing.

I. Am. Lazy.

You may sit there reading this and think, oh girl I get you, and that is such a sad truth.

We are surrounded by the easy thing.

It is a thousand times easier to sit and watch TV rather than “go outside and play”.

It is a thousand times easier to sleep in than go to class.

It is a thousand times easier to order from Postmates than to cook.

It is a thousand times easier to read than write (which is why I rarely upload my blog).

Let’s be honest with ourselves. The easy thing and the lazy thing suck. They are not fulfilling. They leave you feeling guilty. For me, someone who is immensely hard on themselves, it makes me feel like the worst person in the world. Yes, I am also dramatic.

The worst part of all: you miss out.

You miss out on experiences.

You miss out on meeting new people.

You miss out on life.

The whole reason I started this blog was to live my best life and write about it, to write about my experiences and my view of the world as I do the growing up thing. I was tired of missing out on life and I was missing out because I am lazy.

I recently cemented this idea into my head tonight as I was grooving to Jai Wolf remixes and getting ready for my shower after my dance practice.

I was thinking about dance and how much I wish I had stuck with it.

I’ve taken steps to combat this disease; yes, I do believe it is a disease. I joined a beginner’s hip-hop team for the summer.

Backstory: I have danced on and off from age four to fourteen. I essentially tried everything: ballet, jazz, tap, lyrical, contemporary, and contemporary ballet.

And then I stopped.

I started high school and I was getting lazy.

I wanted to spend more time with friends and just have more free time in general.

That was a completely valid reason. It is definitely understandable why I would want free time after ten years of dancing. But what did I do with my free time.

Did I study? No.

Did I hang out with friends? No.

Did I work? No.

I just sat around and watched a lot of TV (I also read a lot of books, but that’s different. That could never be a waste of time).

My point is, I could have been spending time honing a skill I loved. A hobby I was passionate about. Something I am starting to get passionate about again.

Despite that growing passion, what did I do yesterday?

Did I work on isolations?

Did I go through our choreography?

Did I freestyle or practice facials?

No to all of the above. I watched all of season five of Game of Thrones (I know, I know, I’m only on season five? Do I live under a rock? Separate issue.)

How can this disease be so powerful? How can it beat me time and time again?

Honestly, the title says it all. It’s the easy thing. It’s practically effortless.

It takes courage. It takes confidence. It takes determination. It takes frustration. For some of us, it takes basically everything to do the things we want to do. Again, I repeat for some of us. For those of us that have had their lives consumed by this unsuspecting disease. There are people out there who do not have this issue at all. Good for them, they have their own struggles. For those of you out there who have it together, who are driven and motivated, help us!

It is so easy to dismiss us as lazy people who don’t care. That’s a lie! We do care. We just can’t bring ourselves to seem like we do. I know it may not make sense but it’s true.

I’m here to tell you, all of you. Keep fighting the good fight. Get out there and do.

I know it may seem like such an obvious and unhelpful answer, but that is really the only thing I can come up with.

You have to get up off the couch, the bed, the floor, or whatever is holding you back and do.

Do the hard thing. Do the fulfilling thing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the picture of the beautiful sleeping puppy.