Friday, November 16, 2012
Guilt free recovery
At first, I was horrified at the thought of sitting around and allowing my family and friends to wait on me, but I found that I soon warmed to the concept. So much so that I began enjoying it more than I felt I should. I voiced this concern to a friend who reminded me: “You have every right to enjoy your recovery – guilt free.”
That was just the permission I needed. Since that moment, I’ve decided to embrace my down time, not fight it. Here’s what I’ve learned in the process:
The world will not end if I don’t leave the house. That’s a good thing because I rather like not leaving the house.
Showers feel really good after a few days.
My son secretly knows how to do laundry. I don’t know how or why.
It’s very easy to tweet the day away.
It’s humanly impossible not to eat fun-sized candy bars if they are in the house.
True friends pass along their trashy magazines. I have lots of true friends.
There’s very little a piece of homemade lemon meringue pie won’t cure.
I don’t miss running nearly as much as I thought I would. Nor working. Nor cooking. Nor cleaning.
In fact, I think recovery becomes me. As my friend said, “It’s amazing what we go through just to get a vacation.”
She’s right. It may not fit into our plans, but God knows what He’s doing and when we need to put our feet up.
So, for now, I’m going to put away my to-do list, unwrap a bite-sized 3 Musketeers, pull out my stack of Hollywood magazines and enjoy because, ready or not, I’ll be well before I know it. At least, my family hopes so!