I’m sick as a dog still, whatever that means (and I mean: If we’re going to try to pick phrasing that makes sense, dogs are the pure things in this world. I’m sick as a human). It started as a tickle in the back of my throat. Twenty-four hours later, said tickle turned into a full-blown cold—I’m talking sore throat, constant coughing, wooziness, stuffiness, the works—that has yet to go away. I feel like I’ve been in a daze since Friday, you guys, and no amount of green tea or ACV shots have flushed this out of my system.
But I’m not writing to complain about a common cold (though I’m annoyed that I can’t give my new Diptyque Vanille a sniff). This cold is actually a pretty good thing.
Let me explain.
I’m not a masochist (at least not about this). Being sick sucks, but in an age where we take everything for granted, it’s good to be reminded that you’re human—and that because you’re human, your health is wealth. Self-care is survival. When you pretend you’re superhuman, when you go go go, when you stay up late to work and wake up even earlier to do more, be more, be better, you wear yourself thin. You forget to exercise, or your skip a main meal in favor of something quick and filling and easy to eat late at night. You don’t sleep. You answer work emails late at night. You stay the extra half hour to rehearse with your team. You forget to remove your waterproof mascara because you’re. so. tired.
By you, I mean me.
Don’t let your body, mind, health reach its breaking point for you to notice it. Take care of it. Sleep full and well. Eat a nutrient-dense breakfast. Consume your carbs. Take your B12 vitamins/shots. Remove your makeup every night, and moisturize twice a day.
Strive for presence rather than productivity. Live, breathe, experience in real life. In real time.
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