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The Goodness of Sickness
I’ve been sick for the last couple days.
Honestly, it always feels like you’re dying when you’re sick. I think even the most unlikely of candidates become mini drama kings and queens when illness strikes. Partly because we are physically just unable to function properly, but also because we give up when we’re sick.
I’ve thought for quite sometime that sickness correlates with your mental strength (to some degree). For example, if you know you’re getting sick and you’re completely opposed to it, then your willpower trumps the first signs of a cold, you resist the sickness with rest and vitamin C, and you actually don’t get sick. Then sometimes, we are so worn down that we just accept it. In that defeat (virus over body), we are free– to be drama-tastic, and to not care. This time around, I accepted defeat. And strangely, it felt good.
With this sickness, my mind’s been so foggy that it has only been able to digest small amounts of information at a time. And in being sick, I noticed that I was in a permanent state of apathy–and it was the best part of my plagued state. All of my daily concerns–big and small, melted away. All sorts of questions beg an answer of me daily, but in the last 36 hours, I’ve thrown reason out of the proverbial window and just said, “Who cares?. Just do what you want.” Everything was suddenly simplified.
And literally, as my nose-sniffling, sinus-infected head was pounding, I was making more sense than I had in quite some time.
My cold-infected logic was finally drawing life plans in a vertical, straight line instead of my traditional circular plans fed by my analytical skills that quickly turn into mental gymnastics. Interestingly, in the moment that I realized my cloudy thinking somehow made so much sense, I partially wished that this trait would stick with me long after my sniffles subside.
The grass is always greener, isn’t it?
About Aliza RosenAliza is a native of St. Louis, MO, who currently resides in West Palm Beach, FL. Her treasure is her God, family, community and the wonder of inspiration.
Christian Shoddy is Still Shoddy
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Are We There Yet?
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- Posted 82 days ago
Verse of the Week
––1 Thessalonians 5:21 (ESV)