…I went and got myself sick. Started feeling it Saturday evening, but it basically hit me and made me miserable on Sunday. What a drag; it probably means I had the bug in me a good while earlier. It was probably a culmination of events, but most importantly, it means that I didn’t take care of myself. I don’t get sick too often anymore these days, which is somewhat ironic because I used to get sick all the time when I was little. Regardless, I guess it serves as a good reminder that I need to take care of myself before worrying too much about other things.
Funny how sometimes insight is gained from the throes of pain. Maybe it is because more intense concentration is required to focus on something in order to block out the pain; which then leads to being able to more readily pierce the clouds that surround us.