Yesterday I wound up with a nasty muscle spasm in my back. I could hardly move. I couldn’t drive. I had to call my husband to come home early and pick up my daughter at preschool. I’m so thankful that he has a job that allows him to help me out when I’m in a bind.
I spent the afternoon on the couch, drugged up with Ibuprofen, nursing my injury with a heat pack, watching recorded TV shows and mulling over the many things I could and should have been doing.
I hate that feeling. I never sit down and watch TV during the day. EVER. I’m always doing something. I wanted to be working or baking or… anything but sitting on the couch watching TV. That’s what I do after the kids go to bed at night when I need to unwind.
While I was laid up, a friend happened to call; she asked how I was so I told her the truth. I admitted I was sitting on the couch feeling guilty about accomplishing nothing, and she said with incredulity, “Jo-Lynne. This is your chance. Go take A NAP!”
So I did. And it was awesome.
This morning I’m not much better, but I can’t stand doing nothing so here I sit, with a heat pack weighting down my shoulders, thankful I have no where to go today and nothing pressing to do.
I wonder, maybe this is all part of The Plan. Maybe I need to be forced to slow down. We all know I won’t slow down unless I’m forced to.
Anyone got a good book recommendation? I’ve got a feeling I’m going to need it.