I’ve had a cold this week, no big deal. Everyone gets a cold, right? For someone that is just coming out the other side of being physically unwell for a long period of time, I have to confess I get a slight pang of fear when I get sick, even with something like a cold. It reminds me of a time I’d rather forget and to be honest, makes me feel vulnerable again. Apart from anything else, I’ve had my fill of feeling rubbish and I just want to get on with life again.
So when I started to feel unwell on Tuesday (and the fear kicked in) along came the feelings of frustration, of always feeling like I’m taking three steps forward, two step backs – that just when I feel like I’m getting in my stride, something happens that knocks me off track. There would have been a time when I would have let those feelings of frustration consume me, but I stopped and listened. I listened to what my body was trying to tell me. Maybe it didn’t want to exercise two days back to back, maybe it wants me to stop spending so much time on my laptop late at night and go to bed earlier?
Maybe it’s just a gentle reminder to be more patient with myself, to accept that where I am right now is exactly where I’m supposed to be. And to be grateful for how far I’ve come, because I might not be where I want to be, but I’m miles away from where I was.
Here’s to the weekend.
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