Mind Games

For the past few days I have been quarantined to my tiny little 520 square foot apartment. The flu has taken me down. I am talking the ‘I would not wish this on my worst enemy’ type of sickness. My nose thinks it is part of the Double Dare obstacle course and my eyes are convinced that they are Niagara Falls.

My new best friends come in colorful little boxes.

They go everywhere with me. And by everywhere I basically mean to bed.

Wednesday, I spent the entire day in bed. Well okay, I had a morning meeting, and I flew by the grocery store to scoop some drugs. But I was at home in the horizontal position 85% of the day.

I had lofty ambitions for Thursday morning. My alarm was set for 5 am. I was dead set that I was going to make kick boxing. Umm…try epic fail.

This was as good as it was going to get.

At least I matched!

I really wanted to whine and complain. I felt wretched. But at the same time I did not want to be a negative Nelly.

So I put on my big girl hat and some lip gloss. That was as good as it was going to get.

I ventured off to work for one hot minute. I had a few details that had to be cleared up and meetings that needed to be rearranged.

By 10 am I was homeward bound and hopped up on every do not operate heavy machinery drug imaginable.

I pit stopped by  the pet store to grab Larkin food. That dog really needs to learn how to hunt and gather. Since I have been under the weather and not dog’s best friend, I got her a new toy.

She loves it with her whole heart.

Like full on loves it.

By Friday I was left with no choice. I had to participate within society. I knew I was going to have to crawl up a mountain of a to-do list all day long, and I also had an event. So forced, like it took everything ounce of energy I had to stand in the upright position out of bed. At that point, I was faced with a choice; I could just throw something on and go through the motions of the day, or I could exert the unexpendable energy to actually get ready to tackle the day.

I took a long hot shower. I shaved my legs. I took time to put on make-up. I robed myself in a pretty dress and heels. I even made sure to pack my lunch.

I will not begin to pretend I was elegant. In fact I am quite confident that I was tragic. But I tried. I gave the past few days all of the power I could muster. Ever task I tackled, I did because it was required. I proved to myself that I am whole lot stronger than I ever thought I was. And I realized that I can do anything I set my mind to. Mind over matter is the perfect equation.

“If you can’t do what you imagine, then what is imagination to you?” – Kid Cudi