Spring Foward Quickly

Well, I don’t want to sound like a complete whiner
but I guess if I do so what?  It is March 23rdand after being
all happy and proud that I had made it through the entire winter without so much as a sniffle, two days prior to Ostara I got some kind of plague that has run the entire expanse of my head, nose, throat and now chest.  Starting out with a severe sore throat and extremely out of the blue exhaustion, moving through congestion, all manner of sinus upset, continued exhaustion, fever, coughing, sneezing, more exhaustion,
wondering whether I am just made of snot and will eventually become the Blob itself, to losing my voice (I am now known simply as “Squeaky” in these here parts) and hacking up stuff resembling, well, again, the Blob.  

Hmmppphhhh.  I fucking HATE winter.  

Really, I try to embrace the seasons.  I do. I look toward the inner season with the expectation of growing and getting things worked out in my head, heart and soul.  I vow to do the hard stuff and learn from it every year.  But this year.  Ugggghhh this year SUCKED.  For the first time in several winters it seemed like a struggled within myself. It was the spiritual and mundane equivalent of walking in deep snow.  You step, you fall through, you drag your other leg forward, you step, you fall through… So, as we got closer to spring and as I started to work toward shedding whatever bad ju-ju has plagued me all winter through spiritual bathing and continued deep inner work I have been really, really excited to meet the light.  
 
And then my body said – uh, scuze me please I think we just need to wait on that celebration for….oh, hell I dunno, maybe a week maybe more…

What?  WHAT? Are you kidding me?  I have been plodding through the entire season feeling like spiritual and physical crap.  I have not been at my best since October for certain, an odd mixture of various body woes some truly physical some just the never ending struggle of maintenance and aging, being unsettled at work, uncertain of spiritual matters, overwhelmed with “I should” thoughts and never getting around to any of them.  Life has been lackluster and dull for the most part and I know it isn’t due to anything other than my own outlook.  I feel old.  I feel bored. I feel like I don’t have a purpose and worse than that I don’t care. 
I’ve tried shaking things up.  I’ve tried giving things up.  I’ve done a self-cleanse, a mini retreat, I’ve searched and contemplated and journaled and meditated and am at the point where I think maybe I should just chalk it up to a bad season and move on….  And NOW you are gonna GET SICK?  Really?  
 
Yes.  Really.  
 
OK, well, nothing I can do about that.  LOL LOL LOL.

Isn’t that the truth though? Beyond being angry about getting ill or being frustrated that life isn’t as hunky dory as you would like, there is nothing you can do.  Except what you CAN do.  

So, I have been resting since that seems mainly what my body wants.  I was able to take a sick day somewhere in the middle of the week and slept for 21 hours in a 24 hour period.  The other days I went to bed at 5 and got up at 6 or 7 so a good 13 or 14 hours otherwise. I took some over the counter meds for a few days to help with symptoms and mostly to be able to breath and swallow but am off those as well, drinking herbal teas, trying to eat whole, drinking water and still just saying fuck it and sleeping whenever I get tired.  Today (Saturday) is the first day since last Sunday that I have actually be awake for more than 6 hours at a time so I would say there is progress being made. 

I am not sure how soon I will be back to "normal" since normal lately isn't really something I have come to enjoy.  Hopefully by April I will at least be looking forward to the season that has begun and get some perspective on the one that has just ended. 

Be well and healthy all.  It doesn't seem so important until it isn't so....

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