Sick is my absolute least favorite 4-letter word. (I’m betting you can guess what my favorite one is.) I’ll pretty much do anything in my power to avoid being sick. On the rare occasion when I feel myself coming down with something, I basically ignore it and pretend like everything’s fine.
Because let’s be honest, I have a toddler. I don’t really get the chance to be sick or take the day off anyway.
But there are times — once or twice a year — when I am full on sick as a dog and cannot drag my ass out of bed. Those are the times when I try to follow (as best I can) the following five pieces of advice.
Before I took my month-long sabbatical in October of 2017, I would grimace at the thought of taking time out from work to do anything that involved self-care. It didn’t matter if those things would make me feel better, more inspired, or happier, I had to eek every ounce of productivity I could from the small amount of time I had without my daughter.
I would literally find myself getting angry if the dog needed to go outside and pee. How DARE she interrupt me when I was working. Don’t even get me started at how I would feel when my daughter decided not to nap in the afternoon.
And then, I stopped working for a month and filled my hours and days with the most luxurious self-care that I could think of. I scheduled massages. I went in for Reiki. I went to the library and took home stacks of books at a time. I went for long, leisurely walks with my dog. I painted. I spent hours writing down every single thing I was grateful for.
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