I’m sick. You would have heard by now. I am the biggest, whinge’est, worse sick person ever. Because mostly, I am healthy, well, vibrant. Being a little flu’ey is a reminder, I think, of how lucky I am.
So as I wake for the second time today, I stretch my arms and legs and I am grateful they respond easily. I feel the fluid movement of muscle and flesh. I feel the strength. I take a deeper breath than I have in days and I am grateful for healthy, strong lungs. For clean, sweet, unpolluted air.
I take some over the counter meds and a teaspoon of living well green powder in a small glass of water. I heat some warm oats and grab a cold bottle of water from my fridge. I am grateful that all this is at my fingertips. without struggle or drama. I don’t need to fight for health care or access to the best remedies. I am blessed.
I cuddle up on my couch that squishes around me. I pull out my iPhone and laptop and plug into a community of people who care that I am unwell. Friends, family, my part of the online community. Do you ever feel so loved when people know you are not well, or suffering, or down and they check in?
I remember when I was suffering the worst depression of my adult life, my father would drop by most afternoons after 4pm and check in on me. Not that he ever said it like that. But he did. Some days he would find me manic with pots covering the stove and eight projects on the run. Others, I’d still be in my pajamas with fat tears staining my cheeks at the shame of me.
He would share his life with me. His day. Talk to me. Excite me about trying again tomorrow. He would hold me tight and tell me it wouldn’t last. That he knew. Remember. He had been there. I had been there. And it didn’t last. His soft reassurances carried me some days. His openness always touched me. He was not ashamed. I shouldn’t be either. I am grateful for that. For my Father and his gift of love, generosity and authenticity.
So snotty nose, stupid cough and all. Today is a good day. I am strong in mind. I am grateful for the space to live my life. And the closeness of my family and friends. I am grateful for the will to live my life. And the blessings that have been heaped on me everyday.
Not too shabby for a sick day.
What about you?
Suger 
Leave a reply to River Cancel reply