I have a cold. My husband had it last week and for our anniversary, he passed it along. What a gift! Love him! Ugh! I hate to be sick. It is never convenient to be ill. I have a list as long as my arm of things I need to do around the house, errands that need to be run, Christmas cards, and Christmas shopping. The house needs a good cleaning after a great holiday weekend with kids and dogs running, playing and drooling (dogs only on the last one).
Yesterday, I tried to do some of the things on my list. I should have stayed in bed and slept. I didn't. Today I feel worse and now am having to stay in bed. Of course, I am doing my blog, but that is my 1 thing to do today.
If I had just stayed in bed yesterday, maybe I would feel better today. I never give myself permission to be sick. I don't think anyone does until they cannot get out of the bed. Why do I and millions of others feel like I need to be a super hero and push through the cold? What is wrong with taking care of oneself? Who set the standard on this? Am I lazy if I stay home? Wouldn't more people appreciate me not infecting them with my germs?
It is all in my mind. I am putting pressure on myself. Trust me, the world will still turn if I don't clean the toilets today. Life will go on. The post offices won't close down if I don't mail my Christmas cards. It can all wait until I am healthier.
So, for today I am sick. I am ok with that. I am going to take care of me. Are you taking care of yourself?
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