This bank holiday weekend – instead of enjoying sleepy lie-ins and country walks – we chose to move house. Right up there with getting married and changing jobs; it pretty much lived up to its reputation as one of the most stressful things you can do. Our stress, however, was greatly influenced by our prior disorganised laziness; in which we had shoved random bits and bobs into carrier’s bags and holey bin liners, leaving them to fester in storage for 3 months.
After much deliberation, procrastination and general faffing, I realised today that I actually need to crack on with this journey of “A lazy Girl Goes Green”. There’s no use skirting around the meaning of this or the definition of that; if I’m not going to pull up my sleeves and actually attempt to live more sustainably!
In some ways it’s refreshing to know that I’ve stayed true to my roots, and approached my first blog with the kind of half-hearted and disorganised enthusiasm that I’ve approached so many of other personal projects throughout my life. Like the time I bought a drum kit to form that progressive metal band, or the time I (almost) completed a holistic massage course with a dream to “make holistic clinics more popular than GPs!” You can’t knock my passion, determination and get-up-and-go attitude. You can, of course, knock my general lack of commitment and ability to see anything through to the end. They don’t call my lazy for nothing I guess.