My plan was that I would come back from vacation feeling rested, relaxed, and ready to revise, revise, revise my manuscript. In fact, having had ample time away from it over the past couple months, I’ve been feeling eager to dive back in and tackle some changes that, until now, have felt too monumental to face.
Yes, my plan was to reinstate my early morning writing sessions, to reprioritize all the craziness in my life in order to give my writing dream the attention it needs and deserves…and has been lacking as of late.
But that was before the sore throat – which set in on Day 5 of my vacation (apparently you can catch a cold in 95 degree heat) – that turned into a cough, followed by green mucus (tmi, I know), and finally morphed into an upper respiratory infection.
So now, instead of feeling reinvigorated and ready to go, I feel weak, dizzy and utterly exhausted.
So now, my plan is to go home, curl up on the couch and wait for my body to catch up with my ambition.