A Forced Rest
I was planning on taking it easy.
I was planning on taking the rest of 2019 fairly easy and prepping to hit 2020 hard. I was NOT planning on completely slacking for three weeks, but it’s beginning to look like I have no choice in the matter.
Bronchitis sidelined most of my plans and forced me to sleep way more than I normally do. I am not a nap person, but I’ve been getting real cozy with my pillow for the last week. After visiting the doctor yesterday and getting meds, I guess I will continue to sleep as much as my body needs.
As much as I want to push and go to the gym, I know if I do, it will just make me sicker. I don’t want to start the new year feeling like crap, so much sleep now.
I feel like that’s the last lesson 2019 is trying to teach me: Know when to slow down. I disregarded it last week, trying to fool myself into thinking I wasn’t really sick, just worn out. Now here I am, struggling to stay awake long enough to get some writing done before crawling back under the covers with the puppy.
Slow down, enjoy the ride. Rest when you need to.
Weekly Goals
Write 7K words: Failure. I could barely keep my eyes open after work most days.
Sew ten dice bags: Failure.
Go to class: Failure, but that was the weather’s fault.
Go to the gym twice: Failure.
Read a book: Success. I read Mine to Hold by Shayla Black.
