Realizations of the Potential Explorations of an Ill Woman

Today, I'm sick. When I woke up my head felt like there was a screamo concert going on inside. I'm absolutly freezing, but then again I feel as if I'm dying of the heat. So many worries when you're sick; do I have any soup? Do I know where my good sick movies are? How am I going to get out of bed? Poor pitiful me, blah blah blah.

But then a beautiful idea crept over me, it silenced the banging in the back of my forehead and spread a comfortable warmth over my body that started at my toes and the tips of my fingers and made it's way to my center. My idea was that I can do anything. Here I am worrying what I'm not going to be doing this weekend while I'm sick, when I realized that there are no boundaries, even for an ill individual.

I can go horseback riding on my beautiful horse, Gwen.

I could go to Paris.



I can kiss and tell.

Or kiss and not tell.

I could be a homebody.

I can see the world in a different way.


I can hide under covers.I could readOr I could swing.

So many things I could do. So many things I could accomplish. But will I actually do them? Of course not! I don't want to become even more ill, do I? :]

xo;autumn