We’ve all had The Worst Flu in the history of flues in our little family.
I’m still struggling to push the keys on the keyboard. Our daughter is asleep at midday and hubby is coughing his way through his first few hours of work in a week. Our big boy brought the bug home two weeks ago. He recovered completely within 7 days and skipped off to school. I am into my 8th day now and still no appetite and no energy.
Ah well, that light at the end of the tunnel can’t be too far away now…
One thing about this sort of illness is there is no denying its existence. We’ve all just had to stop in our tracks and sleep. A whole week of appointments, activities and social plans cancelled. Stop the world, we need to get off!
I’ve done my best to be in total acceptance of this flu. I’ve seen it as a great opportunity to practice surrender. For the first time in my life I’ve experienced a level of letting go that actually feels like a complete release from fear.
At the beginning of the week it felt like it would be the end of the world if I wasn’t able to run my dance class this week. By Tuesday night I knew I wouldn’t physically be able to do it. On Wednesday morning I mentally drafted the sign I would write and stick on the hall door and then I just let it go. Yesterday morning I summoned all my energy and drove my son to school. On the way home I stopped at the hall and stuck up my “class cancelled today” sign and then went home to bed. The world didn’t end. The sun came up again this morning.
It really is all good. I feel I can now say a permanent goodbye to my fear of not meeting other people’s expectations.
Thank you nasty flu!
My head is drooping dangerously low to the desk, I’d better sign off.
Love to all and may your lessons come wrapped in a pink silk ribbon, not a fever, headache and a cough!