The first time I heard that word, or remembered it was a word, I was going through my junior year of college. Justin, a transfer student, said it once and it was the perfect description for the kind of day he was having.

From then on I started using it for all the occasions listed in the American Heritage Dictionary. Lackadaisical sounds much better than lazy, which has all sorts of stigmas around it. If I feel lazy, somehow I’m less than.

Lackadaisical sounds more philosophical and literary.

Today I feel lackadaisical. I haven’t posted on here for over two weeks. I feel compelled to write something, partly out of obligation and partly because I must. I’m afraid not to write anything.

Lately I’ve spent more time writing haiku and short observational poetry than I’ve spent in the digital world. Paper, pen, texture, ink. Unique. I’ve been increasingly dissatisfied with digital—that which exists in bytes and bits and 0’s and 1’s.

Lackadaisical is how I feel today. Hopefully the feeling will wear off soon. I know I have much more to write about than this.