Thursday night..I started to feel, weird. I realized that I had started to become ill. Then Friday morning, at about 3 AM I woke up with the distinct feeling that there was a wombat in my throat. Ugh.. I had a great couple workouts. I had just jumped right back into all sorts of things once I got back from South Carolina, but now this?
I don't have time to be sick this summer, so much happening....then Friday, I get an email from an old friend that says, in general terms, "I know you had a huge week last week, I hope you are enjoying this week off for reflection."
Oh....oh my....
Well, I seemed to have skipped that piece. I am avoiding the reflection, thinking it is better to just keep moving forward, keep pushing through. No big deal, right? After all, everything that is happening is positive, right?
Boom...crash...nope.
So, being sick? A gift. I had so much to do this weekend. What did I choose last night? I sat on the couch and watched a couple of episodes of Downton Abbey. The rest of this weekend? I have canceled any thoughts of working out or throwing. I am planning on spending lots of time sitting on my back porch drinking tea, looking at the stars. I will watch my boy's final dance concert. I think I may do some laundry, but maybe not. Perhaps next week I will get more done, but who knows maybe I won't.
Perhaps, I will even take the time to look back at the last couple of weeks to see just what I see. To wonder if I am changed...to wonder how I am the same...to breathe and enjoy where I have been-before I start reaching toward what may be next.
Hopefully, at the very least, I will get rid of the wombat in my throat.
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