I rested on the weekend, but it was difficult. I still did a few things. I tried to take a nap on Sunday, but I could not sleep with a runny nose and a fan blowing in my face.
As I drove to work, thinking perhaps I should have stayed home, I realized I needed to take the afternoon off. No attending cardio hip hop or my community group. While I was not a fan, I realized spending time to rest was much needed. I don't let myself do nothing anymore. I still waste time, but I always feel the need to do something. I think this is why my schedule is still unsettling. I still feel really busy despite having Wednesdays and Fridays after work unscheduled. Thursdays I have 2 dance classes, which are super fun but counts as "scheduled" time. Ironically, Wednesdays when I'm home by myself I often feel the saddest, because I'm home, and I don't know what to do with my free time. Friday I finally scrap-booked after at least a year. This evening I finally feel well enough to read. The fog is lifting, I assume, because of the Tylenol.
I think in being sick, I'm actually taking time for myself. I'm not putting pressure on myself to dust off old hobbies or to schedule time to relax. Now that I'm sick, I can only do what I have energy to complete. Tonight that includes a lukewarm bath, reading the Prodigal God, and drinking cocoa. Yes, I will drink cocoa in this unbearable heat; it's my "everything in moderation" chocolate fix. Don't judge. :-p
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