It’s been nearly two weeks that I’ve been sick with this cold, now down to a low-grade congestion and headache these days. And I’m ever wary of slipping back to feeling total crap, as I did last Tuesday and again on Saturday.
I’ve been running myself ragged with social engagements, and arts and culture events – and getting sick is nature’s way of saying: “Slow down. Take it easy.” And when I don’t listen and continue to be too active, it gets all “Seriously. I’m not shitting you. You really need to stop.”
There are a lot of things on the calendar right now, right up till the end of March. I will fulfill those obligations, be they social or otherwise, and then I’ll be taking some time to just hang. This past weekend, partly due to feeling so shitty on Saturday and partly as it was the first full weekend I’ve had off in a long time, I got a taste of what it was like to just hang out around the house with the cat, watch TV, do a few priority errands and chores. And that’s it. It was nice. Well, aside from the feeling crap part.
So I’m going to take a lesson from the cat and make a concerted effort to just hang out and chill more.
She is the best example I can think of, after all.