For much of my life, I’ve been driven by discipline. I watched what I ate, when I slept, and how much I exercised, holding myself to rigid routines. Even in self-care, I was hard on myself, punishing my body with a relentless “you should” mindset. But then, I stopped. I realized that all this control wasn’t coming from a place of love, but from a place of pressure—pressure to be perfect, to do more, to escape from uncomfortable feelings looming within ..

That constant drive was draining. It made me tired, not just physically but emotionally. I see people who are overworked, pushing their bodies to extremes, and I didn’t want to end up that way. So I let go. I stopped forcing myself to wake up early and exercise when my body was begging for rest. I began listening to my body’s signals and giving myself permission to be lazy. And guess what? I found joy in that laziness.

Laziness isn’t about neglecting yourself; it’s about tuning into your body and allowing it to rest when it needs to. It’s about letting go of the need to control every moment and instead embracing slow mornings, simple pleasures, and the beauty of doing nothing. We’re not machines on a timer.. we are human with a beating heart ..A heart longing for peace . I discovered that only in stillness, in the absence of overachievement, peace becomes a possibility.

Laziness is freedom. It’s a break from the punishing cycle of perfectionism, a deep breath that allows us to be present. And in that presence, we find true happiness, not in how much we do, but in simply being.