Between drug induced semi-sleep episodes, cough drops, Airborne and the shuffling of kid duties, I've decided that I'm a miserable patient.
I don't do being sick very well.
I sulk. I complain and in general, I hate staring at the paint drying on the wall thinking of all of the things that I could be doing, that I should be doing, that I'd rather be doing.
And yet, do you notice that when the shit hits the fan and you're absolutely down for the count that creativity abounds. You're stuck with yourself, your thoughts, and well, a nice big box of kleenex.
So, I started thinking about all of the things that I want to do when I get out of this stupor. The first is to say, "thank you" to the people who stepped up. The second is to run, and run, and run, and run. And the third is to create a vision board.
My best friend did this many moons ago and it helped her both to visualize and to keep front and center those goals/dreams that were most important to her. Up on my dream board...a picture of Tuscany, a picture of me crossing the finish line at the Half Marathon race, a bikini, and a debt line that equals zero.
Here's to chasing my dreams...achoo...just as soon as I chase away this damn cold.