So, I woke up early this morning, and I'm not really sure why. I have every reason to stay in bed and sleep in, but it's as if something was summoning me into wakefulness.
The sunlight pours into my window as my curtains do all they can to mute it's brilliance. They do so to no avail. There is perhaps nothing more formidable than the sun. I've joined them now, my dear sweet curtains, in conceding to the onslaught of day.
I took a shower and made a mental note in my head to tidy up my room (we'll see how that goes). My mom called. She has this funny habit of calling me in the early morning--which is just fine. She makes me smile.
So, now, here I sit in front of my computer--overcome with the need to say something but not knowing what to say. I'm thinking about the week that is to come. It will be one of my busiest weeks in a long while. A voice in my head is telling me to soak in the quiet and absorb the peacefulness of this moment. Just a quiet hum from my computer is all there is to hear.
Before too long, my world will shift and grind its gears. Engines will rumble. Soon enough, I'll be whisked away--a million things will be calling for my attention.
There are those of us who wake up every day to work at a thankless job and interact with people we don't like--all the while wishing we were somewhere else. I've certainly had my share of this. Sometimes, it's hard enough just to get up in the morning. These days, it's become increasingly important to me to find my own path and take it. Otherwise, I would be solely responsible for my own unhappiness.
Breakfast is calling quite urgently. I must attend to it. The sun is shining brightly now as my curtains billow in its wake. Maybe in a little while, I'll treat myself to a nap after I clean my room (we'll see how that goes).
I hope I have a good week. I hope we all do.
Well, I've spent most of the last two days sick as a dog. On Thursday afternoon, my throat started to feel funny. Within two hours, I had a full-on fever and a massive headache. I felt like my body was on full alert and fighting heavily against a vicious attack of some nasty germ/virus.
I've been so weak that it's been difficult to even walk, and with every step I took, it felt like someone was pounding a hammer in my head. Migraine headache, sore throat, fever, weakness, nausea--this has all been quite an ordeal. All I could do was get myself to just lie down and try to rest. I had to call in sick to work and did not get anything else done.
It's Saturday now, and my fever finally broke last night. I'm still not at a hundred percent, but I'm getting there. My sister got me to take this severe cold and flu tea, and surely enough, it worked like a charm--bringing on the necessary reinforcements that my body needed to combat the bad stuff.
All of this hullaballoo got me thinking. There are people out there who live with severe disabilities and with chronic illnesses. They wake up everyday having a harder time out of life than those of us in perfect health. When your own body is its own nemesis, it must take an immense amount of will power to just try to live through each day. My heart goes out to these people.
I've just had a hellacious two days, but I know this could not possibly compare to what others with serious physical challenges deal with.
1. How did I do?
I did fantastic. I completed my morning routine every single day I was on travel and on the day I returned. Several days I did not want to do it even though it's short, but I have been using Leo's technique of noticing my fear of discomfort and observing it (and then doing it anyway). It's so amazing to realize that it's just going to be a little discomfort and *so what?*.
2. What got in the way?
I already discussed in the previous post that I didn't do my Friday review on time, and I need to choose a consistent time for it and create reminders. I think I could do this at night before bed? I will put this on my phone to remember.
3. What can I do next week differently to remove those impediments?