Selectively Juggling

The word ‘lazy’ is highly relative and subjective. It will mean something completely different to each of us. If I can speak in extended metaphor, I see like as though I’m a hybrid of tug boat, yacht, catamaran, shipping vessel, surfboard and row boat. Most days, okay every day I’m cast upon the tumultuous ocean tides, I feel the tug and pull of tidal change, undertow and unrelenting sets of wave, wave after wave. I’ve got a strong even keel and get to business, taking care of family, work, home and life. Every so often there is a lull in the weather, with quiet winds and still seas. It is here that I can simply ‘be’ still, calm, relaxed and or ‘lazy’. It allows me to take a brief reprieve from being a parent of a child with special needs (disability), mum, wife, professional and at time’s intellectual. Is it ‘lazy’? Or is that just a negative social expectation and label we apply to ourselves and others? Is it more about recalibrating, listening to the prevailing winds and taking time to reset the sails, chart a new course or simply just set anchor for a moment or two? Whatever it is, I believe it’s necessary to take time out, to seek balance, quiet and just ‘be’. Especially in a world where we are always so busy ‘doing’. I need those days when I’m not just a tug boat ploughing along, but rather a surfboard idly connecting to nature, legs dangling, intuitively just vibing..