I have a lot to say and very little energy to say it with. For the past few weeks, I’ve felt myself sinking into deeper and deeper exhaustion. I think it started back with the Melissa Jenkins murder, and then the other five murders in quick succession. It was mentally and emotionally exhausting. I’ve been unusually cranky at work for a couple of weeks as well.
Meanwhile, every time a weekend rolls around, I’ve had a list of things to do as long as my arm. So I haven’t even been resting on the weekends.
Over the last few days I’ve been feeling increasingly crappy. By the end of work yesterday, every muscle in my body ached and I was pretty sure I was getting sick. When I woke up this morning, I couldn’t get out of bed.
I called in sick and spent the day in bed. I finally just let myself be.
Quiet. Still. Restful.
I’m still tired, but I no longer feel flu-ish.
For me, an ounce of prevention really IS worth a pound of cure. If I’d forced myself up this morning, I’m pretty sure I would have ended up with a full-blown flu that would have taken me out for a week.
So today, I’m grateful for the willingness and ability to be respectful of my body. There was a time (not that long ago) when I would have forced myself to fight through the haze and work anyway because it would have been irresponsible not to.
Thank goodness for a new way of being.
And maybe tomorrow I’ll have some energy to write some of the other things that are running around in my head.
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