Whenever I get sick, I end up with a lot of down time. I tend to evaluate my life from the previous time I got sick. What has changed since then; what have I accomplished? Am I, overall, pleased with myself?
This time, for whatever reason, I did not reevaluate my existence… I just counted the moments until I was better again, so I could jump right back into my life. There’s no time to waste.
However, I’m still sick. So there’s a little foreshadowing for ya..
this illness doesn’t seem to want to escape me just yet.