Today is a friend's birthday, and we always figure out something to do together that is a little get-away, but this year it is really going to have to wait. I have a busy few weeks coming up, and I'm still struggling to get over my cough. Being kind and gentle to myself must include not doing some fun things until I'm better. I used to be a workhorse, plowing through no matter how I felt. But, as I said to another friend last night, I'm no spring chicken any more. I respect my age, and how easily a cough becomes chronic. So I'll do one or two errands today, and keep reading my mystery, and pack for a week at the cabin. Slow and steady.
If this sounds like a woman who has finally realized she must rescue herself, and has stopped waiting around, you're so right! I take care of myself as I wish someone would take care of me, and it feels great! Turns out being kind to myself is just as warm and fuzzy and when another does it. Maybe better. Because I know that Throat Coat tea is just the ticket, and how to walk to my mystery book store and select just the book, and that BLTs are good enough if I'm not feeling like cooking. I'm my perfect nurse!
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