It turns out I’m not as disciplined as I thought; in fact I have a lazy person inside simply dying to take over. While I was working as a lawyer I was ultra organised (scarily so, I’ve been told), worked well to deadlines, for the most part worked well under pressure and could always be relied on to get the job done.
As the weeks and months have gone by on my career break I’ve noticed a startling change creeping in. Without the structure of an office environment and the knowledge that I had a client to please, my discipline has started to fade away. Oh it all started innocently enough; a sleep in here and there, the odd weekday Nana nap, long moments of day dreaming about my new business…BUT this rapidly slid into the dark side of laziness and procrastination; taking a day to write an article, constantly checking twitter as a distraction; having my laptop on for 12 hours when I only had 6 hours of work to do, and getting up at 9am just because I could.
I had a creeping sickness that needed curing. I’d have bouts of envy when I read about someone achieving great things and I would swing into action for a day or two until that alluring, comforting lazy voice began again, like the security of a snugly, warm bed on a cold winters morning, “there’s no hurry, you’ve got plenty of time, come sit besides me on the couch and have another Tim Tam”. Damn that siren call!
Time is passing me by whether I like it or not. Did you know that the average life expectany of a woman is 80 years? That means I’m fast approaching half way. HALF WAY! That is pretty freaky. As much as I have achieved already there is much more that I want to do and places that I want to experience. What have I been waiting for? The perfect day, moment, alignment of planetary systems?!
“If not now, then when?” Richard Nelson Bolles, What Colour is Your Parachute?
My lazy side is very tempting so a frontal attack will only be met with more offers of Tim Tams. No, what I needed was a sneaky attack plan so that he (for some reason my lazy side is a guy, floppy haired, 5 day growth, wearing a week old pizza stained shirt – go figure) won’t see it coming. I’ve slyly been setting my alarm half an hour early while he’s not looking, going for a ‘walk’ in my running gear and pretending that twitter is broken.
Wish me luck for the rest of my attack plan but for heavens sake don’t tell the lazy bloke watching “Desparate Housewives” on the couch with a pack of Tim Tams in his hand!
