You plan on being productive on your days off: assembling furniture, finishing your art studio and ordering t shirts, painting, working on blog layouts and exercising, hanging out with friends you dearly miss...
And all of a sudden, out of nowhere
You are flat on your back, passed out sick, literally lying for hours on the bathroom floor because you are too weak to move. That's been my life since Sunday night. I seem to be on the mend though, meaning I can sit up and type this.
But when that happens, you have to tell the perfectionist and Type A in you to be still and look sickness in the face and say a great big ol'
And go back to sleep. And deal with it another day.
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