I did too much.
I got overwhelmed.
I stopped taking care of myself.
I got sick.
I should know better, right? I should have taken better care of myself, right? I should keep beating up on myself, right?
No matter what we do, how many self-care practices we have, or how enlightened we are, sometimes life just goes BOOM and we get caught in the fallout.
Sick visiting family, sick children, a very full week of nonnegotiable business and personal responsibilities all added up to BOOM for me.
I’ll bet you’ve had your version of BOOM….what was it?
And, yes, I know there are some people who look like they sail through BOOM unruffled. Sometimes I wonder if they’re just better at keeping the mask on than I am.
Do I think my cold is a message from the Universe? A long-awaited lesson? A cosmic head-slap to get me to slow down, do a better job, be more mindful? No, not really.
We do the best we can in the midst of BOOM and sometimes what we’re left with is just a gloriously achey, sneezy, feverish experience.
I’ll rest. I’ll get better.
No angst necessary.
Anyway, I have a hard time believing that Source needs to use mucus to make a point.