I woke up with a wicked headache this morning. It’s something that often happens when I clean my diet up after a few days of drinking coffee and/or eating without conscience. It’ll last for a day or two and remind me that it’s really a lot better to just make better choices.
I’m not good with pain. I think I can tolerate a fair bit, but I can’t really share anything while I’m in it. There are people who seem to function well and can talk about their situation then move on to the business at hand. There are people that revel in the attention or support of others. I am none of these people. When ill or injured, I turn even further inward. Quiet, calm, alone is what I crave.
Somewhere in the midst of the work and the dull thud inhabiting my head, I made a decision to focus on the other things going on, the things I have to be thankful for. Originally, I wanted to come home and just go to bed. Instead, after counting a few of my blessings, I sat at the dinner table eating Kevin’s delicious blueberry pancakes and chatting about our days. (This was a big blessing in itself.)
Guess what? It made me feel a lot better and reminded me of one of my mantras: it won’t always feel like this.