I won’t lie — New Year’s Day has been tough. I woke up sick with a severe cold. Sore throat, coughing, fever, congestion, the works. Really, 2020? Really? I had plans for today. A whole list of things I wanted to do. And every last bit sidelined thanks to the plague.
I rolled with it, though. Practiced good self-care. Rested. Asked for help with cooking. Put my overachieving list aside in favor of sleep and breathing. In other words — did a bunch of stuff I need to do but rarely manage.
I see how this is going to go. Clever, Universe. Tricksy.
But before I head off to bed to sleep with Prince NyQuil, I’d just like to say Happy New Year to everyone. Thank you for your support in 2019. I’m looking forward to kicking off the Roaring 20’s and sharing my adventures with you.
When I can breathe again.