On "Laziness"

I've been pondering laziness quite a bit lately as I explore what low iron and adrenal fatigue mean—and, of course, lifelong depression. For so many years I've thought I just needed to "kick my own ass" or "try harder" or "smarten up," but finding momentum for my life, at the pace of my own rhythm, has actually never been positively or sustainably affected by such approaches. Turns out I've needed more of . . . something. Maybe more rest. More nutrition. More nurturing. More time. More healing. More support. Any number of things. When I've struggled, it hasn't been about me being fundamentally faulty. This is a huge thing to ponder, a massive perspective shift.

 This article came my way today via social media and speaks to much of this topic.

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