When was I hit by a Mack truck?
This was my first thought as I stumbled out of bed at 9 this morning, 4 hours later than my usual wake up time.
At least the nausea and vomiting had stopped earlier last evening. The body aches and head throbbing were just aftershock.
Chicken soup (homemade), Greek yogurt (homemade), and now coffee (again, homemade). Eating is getting back to normal.
There is nothing like illness to make you take a look at what is most important now. It keeps me present to the task at hand. It keeps me mindful. It’s really hard to worry about next months bills when your stomach is doing somersaults.
Mindfulness and minimalist are the buzzwords of today. It makes sense. Minimalism isn’t just about having less, it’s about not being consumed by stuff so that you can live more in the moment (mindfulness).
Being sick jolts me into the present. What exactly can I do today besides sleep? Not much, but I can eke out what is most important–eat for nourishment and get some writing in.