I’d been pushing it. For too long, and I knew it. Burning the candle at both ends, biting off more than I could chew—whatever the phrase, I was overdoing it with no rest…you get the picture. Despite hearing about Covid, RSV, the flu, and the lingering mystery virus with an unending cough, I kept pushing. I never get sick, right? Until I do. And then it’s so sick. Beat up, can’t sleep, hacking all night, everything hurts, cannot function, clear-your-calendar sick. Yeah, that. Nice work, Jill.
This morning, when I asked a dear friend what I could possibly write about—given that I barely had two brain cells to rub together—he said, “rest.”… Read the rest