I’m not one to stay still for long. I’m a multi-tasker. and I enjoy it.
That being said, for me to take a sick day is a big deal. I woke up this morning with a stuffy nose, an achy body, a scratchy throat, and a want for more sleep. I’m not lying on my deathbed by any means, but I knew I wouldn’t be very productive if I went into the office feeling the way I did. Cue the ‘should I or shouldn’t I call out of work’ conversation in my head. I finally came to the conclusion that missing a day won’t be the end of the world.
I made my calls, sent some emails, and went back to bed for an hour. I feel incredibly better. Plans for the rest of the day include: more naps, warm food, and cuddles with this guy.
In reality, I’ll probably be itching to do something productive by midday. Laundry, reading, and baking top that list.
The bottom line is: I push myself to do better, because I know I can be better. I push my body to see where it can take me. I push my mind, because knowledge is power. But sometimes, I have to remember that it’s okay to take it easy. To take a sick day even if I’m not REALLY that sick. To take the long view and do what’s better for the long run than for that day.