This fall has been an interesting one. There is not much about it that has gone as expected.
We did not move to the country.
I do not have a new house to fluff.
And I have been sick a great deal.
Seems like since I caught that bad cold at the end of August that I have never fully recovered. I have good days and then I have bad days. Sometimes I have several bad in a row and I spend hours upon hours sleeping.
I have to measure out the fun with caution. I have to rest up in order to do something that seems so normal, so easy. Like going to the Pumpkin Patch on a beautiful and perfect Sunday afternoon.
I am taking my vitamins, drinking my juice, and going to bed early. On Monday I will go back to the doctor to see what he says after poking and prodding me on my last visit.
The irony that I am currently working on a project all about choosing a slower life is not lost on me. But as always, I would prefer to choose what slow looks like on my terms. Choosing slow and being forced into slow are two completely different territories. One feels safe and manageable, the other feels strange and foreign.