12th
Head exploding in 5,4,3,2,1…
Well, as most of us can probably say, this week has been exceedingly busy and I am surely looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow.
This whole week my body has been fighting off sickness so fiercely (way to go immune system!), but alas I find myself coughing, my head aching, and my nose—-well you get the idea. Despite the physical symptoms, I actually feel more emotionally healthy than I have felt in a long while. I have been exceedingly productive this week and because I have not been physically well, I gravitate toward my bed to read or type out a paper.
I think I simply just do not have the time or energy to worry about any emotional baggage I might be feeling. When you are too busy to care, you get over it. As I am of the belief that all things happen for a reason, perhaps me being sick was a bit of a blessing in disguise. It was my body’s way of saying, “Come on now, get a hold of yourself, focus on what’s important, and catch up on some sleep.” Now, I’m not saying that I like being under the weather (I think we can all agree that sucks), but the indirect consequences have not been half bad. Staying in my room for the most of the week has allowed me to spend quality me-time, with intruders coming to me if they really felt so inclined. Having people come to talk to me for a change rather than being proactive and giving myself over to them was certainly refreshing.
