I flip the light switch and sheepishly look into the mirror.
The five-day growth has begun to itch. Leaning forward, I get a close-up of tired eyes staring back as I rub my face.
“What a mess,” I mumble, knowing no one will hear.
It’s 4AM and snow has fallen throughout the night. It is the fifth day of my stint with a cold, the flu, or whatever it is that has been ailing me. I feel better this morning, but not yet well.
I go through at least one of these episodes each winter. Just last week, I mentioned that I had avoided getting sick so far this year.
She sneezed.
I wonder if I caught it from her. We spoke at a distance, so she’s probably not to blame.
How far can germs travel anyway?
I’m a homebody, but being stuck in the house for so many days can make you a little batty. I’m tired … all of the time.
Without energy, we are no more useful than a throw pillow.
Lie down, get up, surf the web, pick at food, blow your nose, take medicine, watch TV, lie down, run to the bathroom… Good grief! It’s such a pathetic existence.
After ninety minutes of clean-up time – face shaven, shoes shined, dressed, bag packed for the office, I’m ready to return to my routine. As I drive, I fret about the time that I’ve missed at work. Certainly my inbox has overflowed.
We’ve all had this experience. We know that we cannot get back up to speed all at once, but we feel that we must try. We end up burdening ourselves with unnecessary anxiety. Why do we do this to ourselves?
It’s during these moments when we feel overwhelmed that we should force ourselves to take a broader view, by assessing what needs to get done, prioritizing the tasks, and addressing them one at a time.
If only the phone would stop ringing.
The day is over and I’ve made it home. Not everything got done at the office, but many items were crossed off my list. The first day back wasn’t as bad as I worried it would be.
It rarely is.









