Laziness: The New Self-Care
In defense of doing nothing.
Let’s talk about the word lazy, or more specifically let’s talk about the stigma attached to the word. At some point, we collectively decided that “lazy” was an insult and rest was synonymous with failure. But we got it wrong, and I’m here to normalize laziness as a form of self-care, an active choice, a radical act of self-preservation. After all, doing absolutely nothing is peak luxury, and it deserves to be celebrated, not condemned.
Yet, even I, someone who has meticulously crafted a bedroom sanctuary and schedules at least one lazy day a month, still wrestle with the insidious guilt of doing nothing. My lazy day is a sacred ritual: I stay in bed, scrolling my phone, binge-watching my favorite show as the bright light of the sun streaks through my room (JK, I keep the curtains drawn and the room blacked out, my preferred bedroom preset), drifting in and out of sleep like I’m lounging on a white sand beach in Costa Rica. Around …