by Meredith Cole
So two weeks ago I did a bit of a disappearing act. It wasn't intentional, but I dropped off the planet. So where was I?
I wish I could say I was in Tuscany (although not on a cruise ship) or in Mexico lying on a beach. Or in any number of lovely and exciting places. But I wasn't. I was at home. Not that my home isn't lovely, but nowhere is lovely when you have the flu.
But something interesting happens to me when I get sick. I slow down. I let things slide. I read in bed. I call in sick to everything. And I sleep. I wish I could do some of these things when I'm well (I'd certainly enjoy them more!) but I suffer from an excess of responsibility, I'm afraid. So I only end up taking real breaks when I'm forced to.
And when I got well (although there were times I thought it would never happen), I really appreciated everything so much more. Food. Sunshine. My routine. I set to work spring cleaning. I finished my book and sent it to trusted readers. I started going to the gym again, and felt like I had truly rejoined the living.
I really don't recommend getting the flu to anyone. It's no fun at all. But I recommend taking an occasional break. Maybe you'll see the world in a whole new way when you get back to your routine. It worked for me.
And now--because it's Friday, and because I managed to catch this adorable kitten moment at my house, I'll share with you my epic video: Hewey versus the washing machine. Hopefully it'll give you the equivalent of a mini-break.