Well, I’m better than yesterday.
I even made it to work.
I ate a banana and some chicken soup.
Ha!
Small progress.
We were all praying none of the rest of the family got “it.” I don’t know whether it was a stomach bug, little man had one last week, or food poisoning, or something else, but it was not good.
But at the same time, do you know what it made me feel?
Relief.
Isn’t that crazy?
Yesterday was going to be a bear. Work calls every hour on the hour practically from 8 to 3. I had something to do before work and I had a commitment after work and I needed to run someone food whose wife was very ill.
I had come back from the farm and Day 1 back was about to knock me out.
So as I lay there, in between throwing up, I started processing how to reconfigure my day. Well, I’d have to do this and cancel this and move this and ask if this could be done via phone, etc., etc.
And this huge sense of relief swept over me. I slept. I mean I napped which NEVER happens and I went to sleep at 7 pm and work up the next morning after 6 am.
If a deathly stomach bug brings you relief, maybe you need to reconfigure how you’re living.
I mean I am trying. You know that. I’ve been writing about Present over Perfect and I’ve been stepping down from commitments, but still. It’s not enough.
How do you blow it all up? And still exist and provide in today’s society? I’m working that out…
When my world was rocked apart by an unwanted divorce, I had to redefine “exist.” So much of what we deem necessary, simply is not.