brain dump on a Saturday in April

You know those days that just seem wonderful? I’m coughing up a lung of tired white blood cells exhausted from fighting off a bug for the past 9 days, but I can’t help it but laugh inside. My eyes are hot behind the lids and my nose feels like it’s poking this screen as I type from all the pressure built up directly in the middle of my face. Regardless of body aches, desert-like voice box and pounding brain tissue, I feel wonderful. And I'm at work!

Some days I just get inspired. I'm so excited about what this day will bring. Ha! And to think I didn't even want to leave my pyjamas this morning. That’s the beauty of it all. One moment I'm sitting at my kitchen table clutching my stomach staring at the chicken noodle soup my mom made holding an ice pack to the forehead that’s on fire; it feels like I'm on the surface of the sun and I forgot to pack my sunglasses. My head is screaming at me “WE’RE NOT GOING ANYWHEREEEEE...hahahaaa”, then abruptly stops laughing to look at me quizzically “...wait….you’re not serious right?...you actually think you’re going to work today?” It takes every ounce of my strength to simply lift the spoon to my mouth, chew the under cooked noodles and push it down razor blades into my lead-filled stomach. This….bites.

Don’t get me wrong, I'm a mess. I'm sick and hurting and TIRED. But - there’s something wonderful about being at work today, the sun outside, the slight breeze making its way in from the street, the sounds of construction. It’s spring baby and I've got a jump in my step. I’m excited and I don’t care to know why. I can almost feel my thrill on life cruising its way along the artery highway with the wind in it’s hair and it’s favourite song on the radio. Bring it on day, show me what you've got because today, I'm unstoppable.

Give a chance to a Saturday in April.
Your pyjamas won’t mind that they've been left behind.