This month’s word is energy, meaning “the capacity for vigorous activity; available power”. It’s going to be a short one.
I’m fast-moving, high-octane; I never slow down. I barely sleep, just pace my room, mind racing, ready to spring into action at any moment.
Or that’s how I’d like to see myself. That’s how I imagine myself.
In actual fact, I’m slothful, lethargic. My imagination is active, but I am not. I drape myself over an armchair, and dream of action.
I desire heroism, and feats of derring-do; I crave the one perfect moment when I’ve saved the day, rescued the princess, and defeated the villain. I yearn to stand on a mountaintop, sword in hand, clutching a beautiful person to my chest.
But I will only ever have that in my dreams.
Because I am too damn lazy to put in the effort to get it. Just the thought of all the work required, the exercise and training and practice needed to become that hero, wearies me.
So I dram big dreams, and live a small life. It’s easier that way.
And easy is my middle name.