Rest

I'm tired. My mind is processing and I want to work. Yet my body my heart my mind is saying stop, process, rest, drink some water and still I'm resistant. When I read my words back I see I really must drink some water now. I drink the water and I see that I have things to do, tasks to complete. Things to return. It's wild. I feel like a cigarette and then I stop myself. Wellness is a process. Rest is necessary and then I think about the sacks that I've been unable to return to their owner for a year and a half. The impulse strikes and I know that is what I must do. Complete that task. Tick it off get it down create the volition. Right after I've finished this. Then I realised that I am finished. I write for my own clarity and now I've resolved to return the sack today and it's time to fulfil the mission. 

Colds

They just sneak up on you all of a sudden; never quite sure were they came from and wondering if there was anything you could have done to prevent them. back in the day when I had a cold I used to refuse to get out of bed. I would get all cuddled up in my favourite Snapples sweatshirt some long sleeved pyjamas, and extra pair of sock and I swear that snuffle would just disappear. I realise now that in my twenties I was pretty highly functioning for what I perceive now to be a kid. I'm not even sure how I did it. I hated being ill. So I can only assume that I loved myself enough to make the right choices and love myself back to full health. Besides who couldn't do with a full day in bed sleeping reading books and drinking tea.

In the last few day I haven't got anywhere near enough sleep and suspect that supper full moon has had a huge part to play in my waning sleep life. That's make me ponder at the deeper astrological implications for my emotional life. This morning I didn't fall asleep until eight o'clock in the morning despite have taken three natural sedatives and an ibuprofen. There was no dreaming eventually when I finally determined that my soar throat and coughing were down to a bought of the cold rather than the dust I'd inhaled from some end of year cleaning, it was all a little to late. Only then did I reach for the Snapples sweater and finally drift of to sleep for two hours.....

So here I am snuffling away drowning in tissues and self-prescribed water and some Med-lemon for the evening. I'm sure to survive until morning.