Over the last years, I’ve noticed a sweet laziness embracing my body and mind in anticipation of my birthday.
I wish I knew what I did in the womb couple of days just before my birth. I know what my child did…
My laziness comes in many shapes and is fun to observe:
It’s a laziness of a cinderella melting in the arms of her dance partner just before midnight.
It’s the laziness of a happy mother half-asleep with her happy kid by her side.
It’s the laziness of a half-asleep mistress inhaling the smell of her generous lover.
It’s the laziness of a body just out of a terrific spa treatment.
It’s the laziness of a mind exhausted by too many hide and seek games.
It’s the laziness of a puppy bothered by a kid who wants to play.
It’s the laziness of a fighter who has it all now and does not need to prove anything anymore.
It’s the laziness of a otherwise busy morning which brings the peace of mind back to its temple.
I came to realise that laziness is a right (happy to have the mind of lawyer here). Once in a while it’s actually healthy to indulge on. With love for ourselves and dear ones. It buys you time to listen, hear, smell, observe, contemplate, enjoy and be grateful for everything you’ve been blessed with.