Moving on. Lackadaisically.

Lackadaisical. An interesting word. That’s how I’m feeling lately. Today, in particular. Lacking enthusiasm and determination. Carelessly lazy. I’m entitled to such days. Without feeling  shame.  One can’t be ‘up’ all the time. Here I am. Thinking seriously. About living a lackadaisical life. For a while. A  week. Maybe a month. I wonder. If I really have a choice in the matter. I’ve been overcome. Overwhelmed. By lackadaisical vibes. Feels good. Natural. No sense in fighting it. Several friends tell me. This isn’t the real me. How do they know? When I don’t even know. Of course, I’m subject to mood swings. For no apparent reason. Could be a sign. That I need psychotherapy.  Maybe I’m going crazy. Maybe that’s why I’ve become lackadaisical.  So that I rightly don’t give s darn. Yes. Yes. Time to get on with the lackadaisical phase of my blessed life. --Jim Broede