Pressing pause

I picked up a cold at some point last week.

And as is my style, I kept going. Worked through it. Chugged some pills and sucked on some lozenges. I didn't take the break my body needed and now, a week later, I'm spending my second afternoon in bed, feeling ghastly. Much worse than last week.

It's time to press pause on everything, as I'm not responsible for landing planes or conducting open-heart surgery. I'm just a lowly workplace psychologist. I don't even have a boss to chase me or hassle me by email. There's nothing on my to-do list that can't wait until tomorrow.

Once again, I'm reminded of the gulf that exists between 'knowing' and 'doing'. I know exactly what to do when I'm not feeling great. I know about the importance of rest, of sleep. Of taking time away from work to recover.

Food for thought as I close my laptop, attempt to take another nap and hopefully shake off this infection.