Sometimes I think deep down, I’m a really lazy person. Which is funny, because I pride myself on not being lazy. I work out, hard. I get up on time every morning, I get to work when I should. At work, I do my job. I try. I don’t take the fact that I have a job for granted. On weekends, I never (and I mean never) sit around the sofa and watch TV. I’m up, I’m out, I’m doing shit. I’m an active person. Active = not lazy.

That’s the big picture. It’s the little things that I’m lazy about. I try to brush twice a day, but sometimes at night, it doesn’t happen. I know I should wear sunglasses when I’m outside or driving, but sometimes I’m too lazy to look for them in my car or dig through my purse to find them (which actually is not OK considering macular degeneration is real). I lose money from online orders that I need to return but don’t because I can’t seem to drag my ass to the post office, which is a two-minute drive from work.

Habits are powerful. They’re also only habits, controlled by neural pathways in the brain. New neural pathways mean new habits, and maybe the little things won’t be sacrificed to my laziness anymore.