I think it had been chasing me for a few years and was possibly so glad to have finally caught me (I like the idea that a cold caught me!) that it decided that it would pack a wallop. And that it did.
So, this is day 3.
And it is also Monday.
I love Mondays.
I love the open expanse of a week ahead of me, of calls to make, calls to take, things to create ... I guess I love my work.
But this morning, there was no way I would make or take any calls. No way I would create anything.
Energy, of which I am usually blessed oodles, is barely here.
So, I am "forced" to look at my list and I am "forced" to admit that, really, none of it HAS to get done today.
It is almost shocking to think that I can actually postpone all of it with no problem.
So, now, what do I want to do?
I want to go paint.
That's right. On a Monday.
And I know that I just learned something important, here. Something bigger than I can glimpse right now. But my brain is too fuzzy to articulate it.
So I will later.
For now, I am going to paint...
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