Before they outwit you.
The Secondhand Inspiration Project begins with a motivational quote and ventures wherever the creative path meanders.
“I understand there’s a guy inside me who wants to lay in bed, smoke weed all day, and watch cartoons and old movies. My whole life is a series of stratagems to avoid, and outwit, that guy.” — Anthony Bourdain
There are countless personal growth articles about monitoring your Inner Critic, taming your Inner Perfectionist, and describing the downside of your Inner Workaholic. So I am going to write about peacefully and constructively co-existing with something just as toxic as those other annoying inner demons — only lazier.
Let’s talk about your Inner Slacker.
Sure, it can be loveable and fun. It is that self-sabotaging part of you that wants to lie on the couch and do nothing but play video games and watch reruns of South Park.
It procrastinates for days before taking action. It surfs the internet on a smartphone instead of being productive or social. It insists on not doing what you should do and already put off last week.
Your Inner Slacker can be cool, sometimes. Nothing phases it. It remains laid back while everybody stresses out about their credit score and SMART goals. It loves craft beer, good weed, and entertainment. It always remains chill, even in situations that require a little fire.
Like it or not, your Inner Slacker exists. You cannot deny it. It is that unfocused, instant gratification-seeking, non-goal-oriented portion of your identity that you suppress to be a productive member of society. But it remains there, loitering inside your psyche, taking up space and eating all the junk food from the pantry.
But just as you can derive some positive value from your Inner Critic, Perfectionist, and Workaholic, there are good things about your Inner Slacker, too. I mean, it just wants you to enjoy yourself, unwind, and not take shit too seriously. It isn’t trying to turn you into a lethargic loser on purpose.
But to achieve goals and evolve as a person, you must effectively shut that slothful bastard up. For long stretches of time. To get things done and go somewhere in life.