ed. note: this post got less than half the views of the last one. I laughed when I saw that -- looks like people just aren't into posts with negative words in the title, or maybe facebook hides them from you. So, I'm changing the title. ha! Take that!
I went to bed around noon today. After a job interview, I went to the minute clinic, and found out I have strep. I get strep usually in the spring. I don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with my throat chakra being off, or something like that. It could be allergies making me more susceptible. I don't know. The point is, I went to bed. And despite the efforts of my son to rouse me, I stayed there for a long time.
For some reason, I thought that maybe I wouldn't feel so yucky. Maybe, I would feel better once I take in that first dose of antibiotic. Just the opposite. Fever, chills, aches...
Why am I telling you this? Is it to get sympathy? Not really, though sympathy is welcome. So are cups of People's Organic morning elixir or tea or honey and lemon. No. I want to tell you that even feeling plain awful, and sitting in the car throughly son's baseball practice so I don't infect anyone, I still want to create. I want to make something. I'm pushing through the resistance and just doing it.
Illness is wreaking havoc on my self-censorship.
Here I am. Resisting the resistance and my illness both. Showing up.
By the way... I got the job. Part time, doing what my 12 year old self dreamed I'd do.
Strep? You can't keep me down. Not for long. Now, I'm ready for another nap.
Sara is a storyteller, writer, artist, teacher, wife, mother, and singer living in Minnesota. I write about storytelling, and about living a life with stories.