I woke up, barely having slept at all Monday night. My head burned and throbbed and I was congested. Yes, welcome to the beginning of school year cold in the middle of August. Most of my life I just pushed through a simple cold, sucked on lemon cough drops, took a short nap, but still maintained life as usual. There was too much going on to pause.
But last Tuesday I took a sick day. Not because I couldn’t get out of bed. Yet because I’ve learned enough to listen to my body-and I needed to protect myself from feeling worse. So I made breakfast, took a bath, completed a small house project, and napped for 3 hours all while running the diffuser constantly.
The sick day helped me to slow down. To remember that my health takes a precedence over work. To remember that I miss mid-morning walks and writing daily. To remember that the goal isn’t to push through any more but to listen to my body. To remember that a simple change of pace changes my perspective drastically. To remember that I’ve grown; I’m no longer who I used to be. To remember that it’s my job to forget about students for the day and take care of myself.
I made the right decision and I didn’t feel any guilt. I took a sick day on the third week of school. I reminded myself that I manage a chronic illness daily and that pushing through is not my job description anymore. I took a day off and could truly rest.
What do you learn about yourself when you take a day off?