I’m on my fifth straight day of looking at the white walls of my living room…sick, sick, sick. So far, I have spent the entire Memorial Day weekend, the Friday before and the Tuesday after at home with a terrible cold. It’s my first time having a cough that has caused my back muscles to literally hurt from all the coughing.
Every morning I tell myself that I’m getting better and then end up taking a three hour nap while feeling weak as hell.
It’s funny because I should’ve predicted that this would happen to me. I’ve been pushing myself way too hard, stressed at work. Traveling and presenting and just dealing with a whole lot of pressure. I tried to take care of myself, but it was just a bit too much to the point that my body called an audible and basically forced me to rest and reevaluate.
Here’s what I’ve been thinking about between binging episodes of Friends:
- I am tired of playing my life small. I want to truly go after the things that matter to me without fear.
- I want to fix my relationship with money.
- I love Keith so much. Having someone you love show up for you when you’re sick is the best feeling in the world. I am so, so thankful for that man.
- I need to start writing again. HELLO. Here I am again. See bullet point number one above.
It’s funny because I always say that I don’t have enough time to write or do the things I love, but then when I get sick I am forced to find all the time in the world. It’s a perfect reminder that time is an absolute delusion and that the only thing holding us back from our dreams and purpose is our own damn lies to ourselves.
What would you do if you had more time?
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