There are times in life when we are forced to slow down. This was one of those weeks.
Monday I woke up, didn’t feel great and took my temp: 102. I called in sick to work, a friend recommended that I go to the doc and by the time I got to the doctor, my temp was over 103. The flu. Whee!
So I was down and out for three full days. My temp would go down during the day and then I’d wake up with a temp, Wednesday was the worst with 104. Thursday my temp was gone when I woke up, I was on the mend.
I went to work on Friday and lasted half a day. My body is spent from fighting this thing. It was such a nice afternoon on Friday that I got a chair outside in my backyard and sat in the sun, breathing in fresh air. I just sat. I listened. I closed my eyes and soaked the sun in. I was forced to take time. My body was forcing me to slow down, take a breather and remember that I’m not invincible and that taking it slow isn’t a bad thing.
You see, we are always in such a hurry, always scurrying from one place to another, one thing to another, filling every minute of our day. Because if we aren’t filling it, what are we missing? Did I forget something? That’s always my fear. And it shouldn’t be something feared, it should be something that makes us happy, to have time.
Time to stop, wash some windows, trim a shrub and then sit and watch the world go by.