It's Okay to be Lazy Today and Tomorrow.

in case you weren't sure and for some reason other than being Jared Leto and you've been meditating in the desert for the last couple of weeks you will have seen that there is something strange going on in the world at the moment. People seem to be trying to figure out how to change their lives to fit in with new routines as well as explain to their dogs that they're sorry for messing up their alone time. Having to quite literally rebuild the way you look at everyday life, is to say challenging and we all know that is an understatement. I have been sitting at home racking my brains trying to think of ways to which I can pass the time until this all passes. Unlike most people at home but sadly equally like quite a few, I don't have a job to be getting on with. At the start of all this, I was made redundant, which yes is sad and painfully minus of money, but it is something that I choose to try and take as a chance to change my outlook on things. I quite literally have all the time in the world to try and bring back all the elements that I lost due to my commute, long working hours and a general increase in bottomless brunches. However, I am fighting with the idea that this also does not mean that I need to have written a novel, a screenplay or a created a world-changing donations page by the time we're allowed back outside again. (But trust me there's a rom-com bubbling up inside somewhere I'm sure.)

Yesterday was the first day in what feels like 304 that I didn't want to do anything. I woke up late and turned my alarm off. I didn't try and get up at the time I would when I would have been going out to work, and I didn't care if it was late past noon that I finally left my bed. But I did care about if people found out that I was doing this. Something which now 24 hours later I know is silly because who is going to judge me; my mum and my sister. I do not even think they'd noticed that I hadn't got up. A small factor of walking 22.3k the day before might have as well given me some leeway in oversleeping.

You see I'm good with my own company, I do not mind being on my own and being able to entertain myself. I can be happy on a dog walk, at a restaurant on my own or sat on my sofa all day in my pyjamas watching reruns of criminal minds, so my own space isn't the issue. Its the idea of not using this time as the best it could be.

'What if I come out of this quarantine and all I've done is improve my film and tv knowledge up for pub quizzes.' The atmosphere which is moving around on social media at the moment is something to be marvelled at, there is so much going on that I will have endless recipes and stay at home workouts lasting me long after we're allowed outside again. However, this is the element that leaves me thinking that I need to keep up with it all. I need to make this time the most it can be, and well yesterday all I wanted to do was nothing. I wanted nothing more than to have nothing to do and enjoy that.

I didn't enjoy it. I hated it. Not the doing nothing part but the other thinking part of worrying about doing nothing, I shouldn't feel like I'm failing because I had a lazy Tuesday while on a national wide lockdown. I had this battle with myself when I was unemployed having just left University, like seriously Alice, you've just spent 15+ years in education, you're allowed a couple of months where you just do what you want to for a little while.

This is kinda like that time again. You're allowed a bad day or a lazy day. you're allowed to have a day where you plan to do that IG live workout and realise all you've done is eat a beige meal and watched Netflix so long that the programme has to ask if you're still around. Sometimes you just need a moment to have a little rest, if ever there has been a time to try and catch up on some you time, then I would say that right about now is the perfect slot. And save that workout for tomorrow or even the next day. Not like you can go anywhere at the moment.

Stay indoors. Stay Safe.