Why do I always get the feeling that if I rest I will never come back to practice.
I spent so much of my twenties resting, it was one of my most refined skills. Always “relaxing” taking it easy, chilling.
Why do I hate it so much now?
Even the thought of it brings up panic inside my chest.
“No, I cant rest. If I was really passionate about my practice I wouldn’t need to rest. I would find fuel inside the practice itself, you might as well just quit if you need to rest.”
At least that’s what keeps repeating inside my head.
Yet another form of negative self talk.
Here I was thinking I had found someway around it, silly fool.
Went to a friends wedding last weekend that set forth an unfortunate chain of events that is still emanating through my life as I write this.
As per expected, there was a great party. Filled with dancing, friends and of course, drinking. Lots of drinking.
Now it had been quite some time since I had gone to a party, so in the back of my mind I held caution. Just a little, left there to periodically sample my intoxication level and stand at the ready to raise the alarm.
Unfortunately, that caution is not well trained and while I was able to maintain my composer, I did not, however, limit my consumption of alcohol.
So, the day after drunk town….
It felt like any hangover day…Really shitty.
Did the normal things;
- Biscuits and gravy
- Drive Home
- Lay on couch and watch movies all day feeling generally sorry for myself
What I wasn’t expecting was the day after that.
See, there was something lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce on me the moment my immune system let down its guard, or in this case, was brutally assaulted by expensive bourbon.
That’s right, some sort of virus.
It crashed on me bright and early Monday morning in the form of a massive sore throat and the energy level of a tranquilized sloth.
So, I decided to “Rest”.
I stayed home from work and let the Tai Chi studio know I was taking some down time to recover.
Ha, down time.
So, instead of just sleeping, I pulled out my work laptop and logged in to the work network to get some work done as I laid there….
Sounds like the perfect relaxing way to recover from sickness right??
As you can imagine, right along side that work came ALL the stress.
All the work stress and NONE of the distractions. Just me, in my cave, sick and hyper focused on work.
I worked more hours that day than I would have if I had gone to work… and it was the same the NEXT TWO days!
That is how I “Recover”.
I drop all the self care and pull my work blankets up over my head.
Well.. at least that’s how I thought I needed to…
Now I find myself STILL sick, a week later.
Still feel like a sloth, but at least several hours after being tranquilized instead of freshly shot up.
I got fed up and did some tai chi this morning, the first all week, and it felt great.
My head is foggy, and I have this weird popping in my ears… but off I still go to work…
I think perhaps my priorities are backwards.