Lazy
I recently admitted that I'm violently judgemental of laziness. According to my emotions there are absolutely zero excuses to not be as busy as me. I obviously don't actually believe this--I know everyone's different, that there is no way I will ever know all the deciding factors going into someone's actions (even most of my own and Jeff's) and that even if I perfectly understood someone it wouldn't be my place to tell them what is right for them. However, because of my upbringing (overbooked and chaotic) my emotions value busy over calm; Too much over freedom; Achievement over fun. I am actively fighting against this inclination.
I don't think I need to stop doing all the things that I love--just that I need to stop feeling like I am (and others are) only as valuable as my accompliments. The idea that my accomplishments have anything to do with my value is a disgusting lie. I'm a human first, teacher second. Child of God first, Girl Scout leader second. Mother first, housekeeper/cook/chauffeur second. Beloved wife first, PTA board member second.
All the things I need to get done clutter out the fun and freedom in my mind and life. I don't even know what's fun for me anymore. Honestly, I haven't known in a decade. I guess I like sleeping-in. Watching movies. Snuggling. Good food, painted nails, sunshine, friends, animals, laughter and BOOKS. Ask me how long it's been since I read? Like a month. Ew. Brain, get your priorities strait.
I don't think I need to stop doing all the things that I love--just that I need to stop feeling like I am (and others are) only as valuable as my accompliments. The idea that my accomplishments have anything to do with my value is a disgusting lie. I'm a human first, teacher second. Child of God first, Girl Scout leader second. Mother first, housekeeper/cook/chauffeur second. Beloved wife first, PTA board member second.
All the things I need to get done clutter out the fun and freedom in my mind and life. I don't even know what's fun for me anymore. Honestly, I haven't known in a decade. I guess I like sleeping-in. Watching movies. Snuggling. Good food, painted nails, sunshine, friends, animals, laughter and BOOKS. Ask me how long it's been since I read? Like a month. Ew. Brain, get your priorities strait.