It's the season of gratitude, yet last week I found myself in a sea of darkness. I was sick. I don't know about you, but I find it very difficult to be grateful when I'm sneezing, coughing, aching and generally feeling horrible. I did my best to remain positive, reminding myself that I was being given a non- negotiable opportunity to relax and recharge. Still I found myself drawn towards the "woe is me" place with thoughts such as, "This is the worst possible time to be sick," and "I have way too much to do." I even caught myself heading into victim mode, thinking, "Ella got me sick," as if my one year old daughter had somehow conspired to transmit her sick germs to me. If anyone had conspired, it was myself, or more accurately, a wise, unconscious aspect of my mind View the rest of this article
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