Last week, I wrote about the importance of having a day of rest. This week, I guess I needed more than a day; at least, that’s what my body’s telling me.
Yesterday I was sick and woozy, trying to shake off the effects of a sore throat, nasal drainage, and not-enough sleep. When I walked into work, everyone gave me that look — the one that says they’re afraid to get too close lest I crumble. Imbeknownst to me, my face was communicating the weariness I felt internally.
“Do you need to go home?” asked a friend tentatively when I told her I wasn’t feeling well.
No, I told her. I was fine — at least that’s what I told myself. I’m so used to soldiering through discomfort and sickness. With three kids, I miss work occasionally when one is sick. I tell myself that I’m being practical when I try to avoid missing more work because of my own illnesses. Really, though, I fear the vulnerability that comes with admitting that I am a human being who needs sleep and occasionally gets sick. I’m not Wonder Woman juggling worldly responsibilities with the immune system of a goddess.
At some point, I realized it was ridiculous to soldier on. First, because I don’t want to pass along my illness because I’m too proud to stay home. And second, because when my body tells me to rest, I should rest.
Last night, instead of powering through the yoga class I planned to teach, I asked for a sub. Thankfully, a friend was able to take the class. I spent the next few hours in bed, with a couple of breaks for writing and whipping up dinner. I’m so, so grateful for the rest — and that I took my own advice and listened to my body. I hope my initial stubbornness serves a reminder for you to get the rest you need whenever you can!