Ten years from now, I just want to be lazy
I mean, I'm already doing that right now, but will be more or less an expert at that by then. 🥸
One of my bosses recently dropped a question in dead air during a work meeting, just for funsies: "Who do you want to be 10 years from now?"
Us being 28-50-ish-year-olds, we collectively had a full early-to-midlife crisis. lol.
I've been sitting with that question ever since.
Just then, I got an email from Peige about being lazy enough not to bake as often.
That piqued my interest into considering laziness as a factor in answering the "10 years from now" question.
I've known too many people calling themselves lazy but doing so much amazing things.
Which made me realize that laziness isn't a one-size-fits-all kind of thing.
Maybe it's not even a flaw.
An expert at a certain subject being lazy with a task related to it could do so much more than someone unfamiliar with that subject trying their hardest. The expert's "laziness" is actually efficiency born from mastery. They've found the shortest path because they know the terrain.
But what about when you feel lazy toward something you've never tried? What if that feeling isn't moral failure, but your internal compass pointing you away from a bad fit?
When you're lazy, it almost always means you lack interest. And maybe that's not a bug. Maybe that's a feature in your destiny bios firmware in your matrix reality-drive.
We've been too entranced by the concept of equivalent exchange, mistaking sweaty effort as the only noble path to success, which in return makes us do hard, sweaty, painful work for things that don't have value to us.
So what if laziness is actually fate's way of meddling to get us back on track? "This isn't your path. Save your energy for what lights you up."
Yes. I romanticize fate as an ally guiding individuals to their perfect universe where they eventually transcend into a god or something 🪱.
That thought aside, maybe lazy people are just more in tune with the whispers of fate. Maybe I am that said lazy people.
Because why else have I always been called lazy as a kid?
I know why.
I was almost always either daydreaming, setting things on fire (we didn't have a TV growing up), or reading when at home—or just playing with friends when outside. I didn't have much chores (routine) to do, nor did I want to do any. (My mom still asked me to do stuff from time-to-time but nothing routine.)
Now that I think of it, I did give the pig that we once had a shower for a couple of months. Grew attached. Then had it roasted (lechon) for my birthday, a core memory heartbreak, which was also quite weird and disturbing because it was pretty damn delicious.
It's a collective experience for my generation in the PH—some having chickens or goats to tend to. It's almost like being bestowed a starter Pokémon but with a darker and more sinister twist. 🐷💔
In school, I was never really consistent at anything, as I got bored every now and then. I would jump from scores and sections in a way that didn't make sense to the teachers or my parents—as if I was living in a limbo world of performing really well and performing terribly.
In all honesty, I just did what I liked and slacked off on or tuned out things that just weren't as interesting to me.
Looking back, maybe I wasn't "lazy." Let's just say that I was efficient with my attention lol.
That pattern has followed me my whole life, and if pain, patience, and grief are great teachers, maybe laziness has a curriculum too.
If laziness is so ingrained in my persona, what can it contribute to helping me find the answer?
Maybe 10 years from now, I'm just someone who's better at being lazy and doing what I love. ✨
P.S. Of course, there's more than one type of personality out there, some of which might find this observation unhelpful or even detrimental to their progress.
Just wing it if it resonates, I guess. 🤷