I’ve been fighting off some sort of sickness for the last couple of weeks. That half-almost getting sick feeling that clings onto your throat, your head. It settles into your eyelids, making them hang low on your face and sucking all the energy you wish you had for the things you need to get done. I generally take getting sick as an insult. A chink in my armor showing myperfectionist in me will not stand for it and I become angry in addition to ill. But I’m trying to approach it differently this time.
For weeks now I’ve been craving a break. Wanting nothing more than to stay in bed and read, but committing myself to a list of things that need to be accomplished so long I never got my desired naps in. Now I don’t have a choice. My energy drags during my morning workout and by early afternoon I’ve done all I physically can do and I’m back in bed. A two hour nap on top of the nine hours of sleep I already got last night. Generally this would make me feel lazy, like I wasn’t pulling my weight. But now I’m sick, so, you know, what can you do? I’m left with no choice but to curl up in a pile of blankets with a dozen books I’ve been wanting to read and piping hot cups of ginger tea. Thank you.