Every once in a while, I have a day where I've got absolutely no motivation. Today was one of those days. I did do the kids' taxes. But, seriously -- using TurboTax to complete a couple Form 1040EZ's doesn't really qualify as an intellectual challenge. Other than that, I've spent most of my day channel surfing. I found a couple winners (Arsenal - Tottenham and Joan Rivers' annual Oscar's fashion commentary were well worth my time) but quite a few clunkers (TRON: Legacy, The Honda Classic, and Restaurant: Impossible), as well.
That got me thinking. Why do I have days like these where nothing holds my attention and I can't get motivated to do anything productive? I'd like to think it's my mind's way of telling me that it's overworked and needs a break. But, I don't think that's it.
Instead, I think it's just laziness. I could have gone outside and trimmed the spirea and bayberries. Too cold. I could have read a book. There are at least a half-dozen sitting on the bookshelves in the study that I've acquired in the past few years, telling myself that I'd read them. Too intimidating. I could have taken another shot at re-painting the water spot on the kitchen ceiling. God knows I've looked at it enough times today. Too much effort required.
Nope, I'm not doing anything. I'm going to sit here in my recliner and continue to do nothing. Right now, I'm really liking this laziness thing. It just feels too good.