In my life, there have been days where I have not been able to get out of bed (and I am grateful those are many years behind me because that was a special type of hell).
There are days I have found solace there from the chronic body pain I have and a good Tempurpedic mattress pad that offers me some relief.
I have written from my bed and even at times (gasp!) eaten from my bed. I read from my bed every night. Lately, I have snuggled in as my diffuser goes off, trying to speed up my recovery, covered in blankets and faux fur blankets.
My bed is a solace for me, an oasis. With my chronic condition, it has to be. Still, I am going to talk about the bed as a metaphor. In recent weeks I have gotten incredible news from some close friends, the best kinds of news from across the country about all types of life events, and as planning revs up and life moves forward, I know it is time to step back into life.
Because as much as my bed as a thing of solace is necessary, there is a thin line between that and a big white duvet tucked over my head as a crutch. I’m still tiring a bit more easily from the ‘flu but I really am taking steps to come back to life. I mean, really…I’m an extrovert who needs time alone but due to something that took place a couple of years ago I retreated into a bit of a shell (Maybe someday I’ll tell you about it; I’m getting closer to being able to tell that story). Every now and again, I’ve poked my head out but I’ve scurried back to my safe place.
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