Goal compromised. Broken promise to the most important person: myself. The self doesn’t go quietly, however. Causing turbulence to make itself be heard. The heart and soul aches and longs for these quiet moments of respite from the outside.
And so, here I am. It is 12th of November with 50 days left of 2017.
What have I been up to during the past ~75 days?
- Doing two roles in separate business units.
- Getting to know two really special people. Myself and the catalyst.
- Too many events. Attending and planning close friends’ weddings.
- Getting sick. Recovering. Getting sick again. Recovering still.
Too many people. Especially having them in my own home – it would have been fine if it weren’t for all the social events. Wedding ceremonies the entire weekend. Monday through Saturday: Two people staying over. A game on Monday. A dinner on Tuesday. Another dinner on Wednesday. Making dinner for 3 on Thursday. Going out on Friday. Going out on Saturday.
The body said no and shut down once again. I am grateful for this body that self-regulates. It keeps me alive.
It’s been 15 days since, and I’m at 85%. It’ll take another full week before I reach 100% and my sneezing stops and the haze clears.