21 Mar 2013
Do you ever have one of those days when you’re going along just fine, and then it suddenly feels like you’ve been hit by a truck? Whoa, that happened to me today. I’ve been running around doing lots of cool stuff these last few days, with the slow creep of a sore throat upon me. This afternoon I was so tired that I worked from bed, which was, actually, surprisingly efficient! But I didn’t know I was sick until a little bit later. Like clockwork, every day at 4:30pm, this thought dances through my mind: “My kingdom for a cup of tea!” So today I made my tea and took a break as usual. And…it had no effect on me whatsoever. By the time Eric got home from work, I was ready to crawl into my pjs and call it a night.
As much fun as I’ve been having this week, I think my body is trying to tell me to slow my roll. And I’m going to listen to it. Tomorrow is going to be a day for sleeping in. A day for tea with so much lemon. A day for staying in bed as long it seems like the right thing to do. There’s a bunch of stuff I was going to do tomorrow, but, thankfully, none of it is so urgent that it can’t wait another day. I’m really happy (and grateful!) to be in this position, but I’m even happier for another reason.
I feel like the most important thing I learned last year (and it was a big year indeed) was to listen to my body and take care of myself. It’s way too easy to overcommit ourselves, way too easy to guilt ourselves into doing things that can wait. Some things, of course, are necessary, but I’m also learning to ask for help with those things. Truthfully, Eric makes that so easy for me. When he saw how bad I was feeling tonight, he bent over backwards to take care of me, and I gladly let him take care of all the dishes and the errands. (And I have to note tangentially that even all the butterflies and excitement of early dating don’t hold a candle to this kind of love–the love that runs to Walgreens for you and comes to check on you every twenty minutes or so and holds you while listening to all your fear and disappointment about slipping into a week-long flu extravaganza. Oh, that love, that rubber-meets-the-road love–it’s real love.)
Anyway, all I really wanted to say was, hey, three cheers for taking care of yourself! I hope you’re taking good care of yourself too. My lemons and I, we raise our glass of tea to you.