I really need to stop feeling guilty about lazy days.
Back home, I would often go full force in many aspects of my life. I would bike/bus to work, work 9 hours, bike/bus back home, head to the gym, and finally crash into bed. On the weekends, I was very intentional about catching up with friends and staying active.
Every once in a while, I really needed a lazy day. A day where I would rarely leave my bed. A day where I would binge watch movie after movie. A day where I could recharge.
Those days are super crucial to me. But since traveling, I often feel guilty about taking a lazy day. I often think, “C’mon Meagan! You’re in *insert cool country*! You should be out seeing it!” But then I also think, “I’m just soooo tired.”
So on this cold, rainy day in Whitby, I had a lazy day.
My Airbnb room is the attic of a charming English styled home. The windows are slightly cracked, I’m curled up in a blanket, and I’m drinking copious amounts of hot tea.
Don’t get me wrong, I have a million photos to edit and posts to write. But I’m also eating yummy food from the grocery store and making my way through the HBO series Big Little Lies (now that I’ve finished the book).
I also have some great company. Current songs on constant repeat (mostly inspired by the Big Little Lies soundtrack).
I feel guilty about lazy days all the time. Your not the only one ☝️. Lol.
It’s totally a thing. But I have to remember that it’s completely necessary.