one sick day
Saturday, September 06, 2008
I was stuck at home the whole day today. Actually, I’ve been always at home for months now, so there’s supposed to be nothing new about it. But here I am blogging about my sick day… literally sick day. I woke up this morning with a bad headache, clogged nose and sore throat. My day went on with this annoying dry cough in an irritating hot weather. Argh! It’s awful. The relief that got me through the day were glasses of cold water and a couple of sneezes… That really feels good.
Since I wasn’t in the mood to read on through my reviewers today, I thought of updating my blog. I haven’t been able to post lately because I got too busy with other things, or I may say, I was just too lazy. I had a few articles I was supposed to post but they were still in my drafts folder, unfinished. I know there are other people out there who can relate to this… that there are certain times when you feel excited to write about something but for some reasons you can’t finish what you’ve started. Lack of time? Maybe... Lack of ideas? Possible… Lack of inspiration? I guess… or sometimes you just feel like giving up and longing to start a new one. In my life, I got a lot of unfinished stories. Most of the time I wanted to leave it as is and just start another. However it’s still important to end it up. In anything that we do, I guess it’s not how we started it all but on how we finish them. What really matters most is that we end up well.
My day didn’t start out well but as it ends, I realized that in spite of every irritating thing that I have today, I still have all the reasons to be thankful. I was just being a selfish, overacting brat. Being sick really makes sense... sometimes.
Since I wasn’t in the mood to read on through my reviewers today, I thought of updating my blog. I haven’t been able to post lately because I got too busy with other things, or I may say, I was just too lazy. I had a few articles I was supposed to post but they were still in my drafts folder, unfinished. I know there are other people out there who can relate to this… that there are certain times when you feel excited to write about something but for some reasons you can’t finish what you’ve started. Lack of time? Maybe... Lack of ideas? Possible… Lack of inspiration? I guess… or sometimes you just feel like giving up and longing to start a new one. In my life, I got a lot of unfinished stories. Most of the time I wanted to leave it as is and just start another. However it’s still important to end it up. In anything that we do, I guess it’s not how we started it all but on how we finish them. What really matters most is that we end up well.
My day didn’t start out well but as it ends, I realized that in spite of every irritating thing that I have today, I still have all the reasons to be thankful. I was just being a selfish, overacting brat. Being sick really makes sense... sometimes.