Seasonal/Annual Illness

Well, it has happened despite my best efforts to Jedi mind-trick or deny its existence. I am sick.

I tried my best to positive energy it away and perhaps it is not as bad as past illnesses have been because of this, but there’s no denying it. I. am. sick.

I hate being sick.

I hate feeling less than 100 percent.

I hate having limitations on my energy, activities, capacities.

I hate being sick.

Yet, I am sick.

So, nothing to do but to acknowledge and roll with it. I went to Florence anyway with hubby and friends. I walked around the beautiful city as my fever raged helping me to endure the falling winter temperatures.

The plus is that I didn’t drink much to create a different kind of reason for feeling less than 100 percent or having limitations on my energy, activities, capacities.

Still. I hate being sick.

Today, I had things planned. A yoga class. A dinner out with friends.

Nope, I am sick. I am tired. I am still busy working on my lesson planning for the final two online yoga lessons I have left in a course I have done for the past three months. I am still busy having just sent off my second book manuscript for my Umbria on a Whim series. I am still busy taking care of admin and preparations before we head to sunny skies and warm temperatures for a while.

With the help of my chef’s chicken noodle soup, lots of warm tea, and pet snuggles, I’ll soon not be sick.

Until then…

~T 🔥🐉♋️