If I weren't so lazy.

To tell the truth. I’m lazy. Oh, I discipline myself. But I fool people. Into maybe thinking I’m energetic. Not lazy. Because I write every day. And I walk over 10 miles most days. But all this comes easy. I do it. Maybe because it’s relatively easy. The way I write, for instance.  The easy way. Nothing more challenging than my blog. And emails. I could do more creative and challenging stuff. In prose and poetry. And why don’t I? Uninspired? Or plain lazy? Maybe the latter, if I’m honest about it. I’d rather live a pleasant, leisurely, romantic life. In peace and harmony. With my inner being. My soul. I don’t have to put unreasonable demands on myself. Better to be happy. Tranquil. Yes, lazy. I have enough money and assets to get by. I’m not monetarily rich. But not poor either. I have enough. I don’t need more. I make do. It’d be foolish to put unreasonable demands and expectations on myself. Or on others. For the most part, I do things my own way. And I cultivate only a handful of people. Though I mix. Because I’m curious. Naturally curious. But I could be more of everything. If I really tried. And weren’t so lazy. –Jim Broede