Getting Sick

Have you ever noticed how the minute you feel like things are getting under control they just fly apart? Last week I actually got things done. My thesis, my work, and my personal goals were all moving forward. I got up when I was supposed to and actually cooked meals. It was lovely. The weekend worked out well too. Neal and I played games and picked up our Bountiful Basket and cleaned the house. 

Yesterday was a good start to a new week as well. I went to the gym and tried some of Neal's interesting juice blend. And then things slowed down. I slowed down.

When Neal got home I realized what it was. I was ill. My head ached and my throat was sore. I didn't sleep well either. And today I've done nothing but sit. There's no sense in fretting. It won't help me get better more quickly. But the dishes pile up again and the bed isn't made and I'm not even dressed for the day. 

I'm mad. I know it's silly but it feels like every time I make goals there are these blocks. Ugh. So though I promised myself I'd move forward I also feel frustrated in my efforts. 

Here's where I say something inspiring about the thoughts I've had recently. Only I haven't got any. Perhaps some more sleep and water will help. I'll try again tomorrow. 

Loves!