The flu that I swore wouldn’t affect me, did. I was very surprised actually. After all, I am the strongest when it comes to avoiding illness. My belief that we have power over whether or not we get sick was surely tested though.
It was a Friday morning. As soon as I opened my eyes that morning I knew something was wrong. I felt weighed down in my bed as though I was covered with bricks. Ughhh, it was awful.
It took more than a week and a half before I even went out of my house for anything more than a quick errand. I’m good about being able to stay home for a few days, but eventually the “cabin fever” hit me pretty bad. I hated it!
Over the last week or so I’ve been able to do a bit more, but I am still not back 100%. I haven’t been able to go to the gym, and yesterday when I went for a walk with my sister Tracy, I coughed half of the time. I’m sick of being sick. The good news though, is that I’ve decided I’m done and will now be well :-)
But why did I get sick in the first place? As I said, I believe we have some say over illness. Not everyone would agree with me, but this is my belief. And because it’s my belief, it’s true for me. I have gone through many flu seasons and rarely get sick for anything more than a day or so. I simply will it away.
This time was different though. I couldn’t will it away—or maybe I simply forgot to.
All of those days lying around my house trying to recover allowed me plenty of time to reflect on how I even became susceptible to this flu. Yeah, lots of people got it. But that is not a good reason to me. What changed for me in the days leading up to that Friday morning? Ah, yep, something did happen!
I don’t really want to share the personal details, but I can say that it very much had to do with how I was feeling in regards to a particular situation going on with me at the time. It’s been a life-long struggle for me… feeling loved, that is. I write about love (in fact, was my last post) and identify it as much as I can because it’s an effort for me to simply remember it. I have to consciously acknowledge that I am loved in order to remember it’s all around me. It’s just my thing.
Anyway, I had been questioning a situation that happened right before I got sick. I forgot who I AM and allowed my feelings to go to places not in my best interest. Then, the initial sickness and the subsequent cabin fever led to even more difficult feelings (the kind where I try to add proof for my negative feelings), which only prolonged the road to recovery. It has not been fun!
But I’ve finally decided to get myself out of that place. I started seeking inspiration again (my number one recommendation!) and am happy to report that I’m much better. I’m getting back to the person I’d rather be. I’m back to remembering why I love my life and why it’s important for me to be happy. For me it’s a choice—a choice to remember that the quality of my life is within my own power and that wellness comes naturally from happiness! Feels like Springtime! Yeah!
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