Lies we tell ourselves

Did you know that laziness is an ancestral trauma? That when someone in our family is lazy, it can be passed down?

I had a conversation with my mother while we were packing to leave from an event in Palm Springs California. And we got on the subject of laziness.

In my family, my grandmother, grandfather and father are all lazy. My grandmother before she passed away, took over 2 months to finally write down what she wanted us to do should she pass away while in surgery. My grandfather took months to start cleaning out his house so it can be in a livable environment for him. They are both on my mothers side of the family. And my father has a lot of stories about how he could do things to take himself to the next level and still doesn’t do it.

We all have stories about what we can or cannot do. And I’m not saying that I’m not guilty of this because I am. But stories are just laziness.

We are lazy because we do not want to do something that we can do in 2 minutes. We are lazy because we are afraid. Afraid of what we are capable of doing if we can just let go of control. Or of what can come out of doing something that is not “normal”.

But what would happen if we did something that was outside of the norm? What if we were able to take that laziness and do something about it?

For me, just saying okay I’ll do it was something that I learned. It was getting up and doing something rather than nothing that helps to break the habit of laziness.

Quitting is easy. The endurance to continue when we don’t want to is what can take you from repeating history to changing your story.