You can take all the care in the world and yet – sooner or later, a bug is gonna get you. In my case, I’d dodged the “bad crud” for quite a while, but my luck ran out last week when I got walloped by everything all at once. Even now, I’m not quite 100%, but compared to last Tuesday, I’ll take it. For all my loud talk about the importance of self care, I had to be sternly talked to more than once to agree to stay exactly where I needed to stay, which was in bed, whimpering and subsisting on warm soup and cold ginger ale.
No one likes being sick, Divas especially so. And, make no mistake about it, this was sick. Naturally, I’m grateful that it wasn’t “hospital sick,” but this was beyond “snuggle under a warm blanket and watch an old favorite movie” sick. The only silver lining that I’ve found in the experience is the heightened appreciation I have for feeling ordinary after several days of feeling sick. I wish I could have that heightened appreciation of “wow, it’s really pretty outside and this breeze feels great on my face” without having to go through the sweaty, stuffy, achy, freezing part of the human body’s amazing immune system fighting off sickness.
However, we are often so caught up in our everyday to-do lists that we don’t realize how marvelous it is to just sit in the spring sunshine and hear a mockingbird singing on a electrical line. So I challenge you to do just that this week – find twenty minutes to just sit outside (hopefully with a warm mug of something luscious) and just ponder the world around you. Not the politics and the hype of March Madness and the drivers who wouldn’t know a turn signal if it came up and introduced itself to them – but the wider world. Just sit and listen, sip, and be.
I promise you that it’s much better than sweating under the covers, bowed under the triple whammy of being congested, feverish, and chilled. I suppose that’s it’s own form of Blooming.
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