As a kid, I would get a couple of days out of school, then be pushed back on the bus to school. The beginning of a lifetime of pushing through when not feeling well. There was work to be done, and I needed to be there. As an adult I often worked solo, if I didn't do the work, it didn't get done. I had to be almost dead, to not push through the and go to the office. I will admit that I went to work, many times when I shouldn't have. Only once did a boss look at me and say, "GO HOME and take care of yourself!"
This time, was different. I allowed myself to rest, to relax. To not do the things to do, but to allow the illness to run it's course. I didn't cook a couple of days when it was my day to cook. I skipped water aerobics a couple of days. I skipped my daily treadmill walks.
I see this is a step forward in my mental health. I had a driven career, I mostly put work ahead of my health or personal life. Allowing myself time to recover should have been a natural behavior, and not a luxury. The joys of retirement, I can allow myself this time and not feel guilty about it. And in the words of Martha Stewart, is a good thing.
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