Are You Type A, or Type L


I was not born with Type A personality disorder—YES, I said what I said. It’s in your DNA that y’all don’t know how to be still. Zero chill unless life forces you to via illness or injury. Sorry not sorry, my daughter is an A (albeit a sensitive A), she’s like a shark, always moving, ready to attack the next bullet point on her too long to-do list. Busy, busy, busy. 

Let me be clear, she does not get this from me. I’m not even a Type B. I’m more of a Type L—lazy, always have been. I can sit in the same spot for hours writing, reading or binging a good K-Drama on Netflix. I’m all about a nap, especially on a dreary day. Sit me outside on a mild, sunny day and I might be mistaken for a turtle on a log, don’t bother me or I’ll snap at you. 

Despite this defect of character, I know when to get going and be productive, and watch out when I do because I will get as much shit done as possible as long as the motivation is motivating. Then I will go back to my book and continue being a motionless lump on the sofa. I am what I am and I own it. 

So, shout out to all the Type A’s out there. Whether you realize it or not, you need us Type L’s and we need you to balance this delicate scale, this circle of life. We are the Yin to your Yang, the PB to your J, the calm to your storm. 

Life is short. Make sure to schedule some down time for YOU. Take it from a professional down-timer, that list will still be there after a time of sitting in the sun and listening to the beauty of the world around you. Don’t let yourself get drained. Refill your well, and BE well friends! 

Much love. 

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