I consider myself Lazy. Like I really don’t want to do anything. Especially things that suck. And the worst part about being lazy is the hustle culture that makes a sin of wanting to spend the day doing as little as possible. People like Gary Vee handing out dopamine hits on social media [talking about how they work 600 freakin hours a week] They make it seem like the rest of us are losers for not doing more. Well, I don’t want to do more. I’m doing as much as I can right now. In fact, I want to do less. Now I didn’t always feel this way. I used to wear my work ethic like a badge of honor. No one could outwork me. I would go without sleep until I was physically sick. Thinking I was getting ahead. Living by the mantra *I’ll sleep when I die* How stupid was that? I seriously want to go back in time and slap the shit out of myself for being an effing moron. Instead of working myself to the grave, I should have embraced my inner lazy, pajama-wearing, anti-social, slob self. I’ve come to see laziness as a positive trait. […]
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