Ahhhh...the end of a 3 day weekend. I wish all weekends could be this long, it feels just right. Some weekends we are so busy and crazy with life that I am completely wiped out on Mondays. Not this time. I wrote in my last post that I was sick and I mentioned that there are a few perks (in my deranged mind) that come with being sick. Disclaimer: I am not one of those people who look at being sick like some sort of personal challenge, I don't "suffer" through it and keep on keeping on. When I am sick, I give in, I bask in it, I lay around and ask people to bring me chicken broth and ginger-ale.
That said, I am thankful for sickness. Honestly. It is one of those things that makes me stop moving for once. No planning, plotting, organizing, cleaning (definitely no cleaning) showing up, nothing. In this country we are addicted to busyness. We don't like to say no to things good or bad, or miss any experience offered to us. Somewhere, somehow we have associated busyness with quality of life. We have CONFUSED it I should say. I am just as guilty as anyone, so this is why I welcome the occasional cold or flu (but NOT the stomach flu...I would rather be hit by a bus) because it makes me stop. Just STOP. And it is such a good thing to do, to just turn off life for a bit and make myself rest and think and reflect on life. Tonight, finishing out this long weekend I feel full and peaceful and like a sweet unlooked for gift was given to me. Its true it also came with a box of Kleenex and NyQuil, but I am glad for it all the same.
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