|Feeling out of sorts|
With all the bustle of the Holidays smashed by a nasty virus that lasted almost a week, I’ve been idle. This is scary. I’m always busy. Either working, finishing, starting or just planning my next move is the way I live. I like being busy.
Being ill forced me to stop. I was quarantined for five days with the nurovirus.
The TV only offered limited channels that quickly bored me to death.
I did have my kindle and a number of the wonderful ebooks offered free by many of my friends. Only I had a headache.
I slept the first couple days. I looked outside. I threw up often.
I sat and wished to be better. I spent time being angry and upset that my valuable days had been ruined by a germ.
I tried typing and found my hands so shaky the words were unreadable.
So I stopped. Does this make sense? I stopped. Not so simple for a type A personality.
I looked at my unpainted fingernails.
I took a long soak in the tub.
I fluffed the pillows and sat under the covers.
I sent my husband out. I hope that makes you laugh. I wanted to help make me better and drove me crazy with his fussing.
I hugged the quiet like a fluffy teddy bear.
I let my thoughts roam like butterflies searching a meadow.
Somehow all of this has turned out to be a good thing.
I am rested.
Although I didn’t aim for it, I lost five pounds.
I have the end of my book firmly plotted.
I didn’t make any New Year’s Resolutions and find the lack freeing. I don’t need to think about my eating habits, my exercise routine or my writing habits.
And I won’t have to feel guilty over failing to keep them.
Maybe I’ve discovered a new way to begin the year. Or maybe not.
|After the long days|
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Have a Happy and Healthy New Year.