Another week, another cold
We’ve entered the third week of colds. Is it the same one as before or is it a new one? Does it matter? Well, my son started nursery and we’ve been a bit under the weather ever since.
I’m spending the day in bed drinking tea while my son, who is now much better, is being looked after by his grandparents. How grateful I am to have their help and support.
And I’m not even reaching for a book today. Instead I will share an epiphany.
A few days ago I was shivery and sad and most things made me tired. There was a black hole by my feet and I started sliding down. It happens very rarely these days, but I could feel myself going into a sad, childish and spiky place. Everything was bad and everything bad was my fault.
This is not a great feeling, but I was aware of the fact that often when we’re laid low physically it has an impact on our mental health and somehow, kaboom - lightbulb - I realised I can choose how I feel. I stepped outside of myself and noticed my feelings and I decided not to follow their lead.
Now I know this is the most simple and often repeated self-help advice out there. Somehow I haven’t fully grasped it until I’m nearly 40.
I’m the sort of person who bobs around on a sea of emotions. Mostly it’s happy and good and bubbly and exciting and everything is fine, so perhaps that’s why I haven’t bothered much about the steering until now. But, who knew, I can feel the winds and look at the waves and sometimes, but perhaps not always, decide, I’m going to ride out the storm below deck with a good book and some chocolate.
And that’s exactly what I intend to do today.
Stay well everyone.
*We did take a PCR test and thankfully it was negative. Just a cold in other words.
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