Marching On

Sweater: Anthropologie Intarsia Wrap Cardigan

Tee: Old Navy

Jeans: Hue Jeggings

Boots: Frye Paige Tall Riding Boots

Necklace: Free People Double Layer Rosary

Earrings: Anthropologie Last Snow Drops in Black

 

"It is the hollow month of March now sweeping in." - The Tallest Man on Earth

 

Well, we're 8 days into March, and I'm just now making my first post of the new month. It was another unintentional break. I seem to be getting pretty good at those. It's just been one of those weeks where I felt like I was hanging by a thread as a fully functioning member of society. I've been down mentally and physically, and just plain tired.

 

I had a really long day at work on Monday and then I woke up Tuesday morning to a muscle spasm in my neck that morphed into the worst kink ever. I literally couldn't move my neck and was in pain 24/7. No amount of ibuprofen even touched the pain. Then, Tuesday afternoon the sinus headache kicked in, leaving me with no choice but to leave work and seek solace in my bed and a heating pad. I suffered for a few hours before finally taking a Xanax and passing out. A similar scenario played out on Wednesday. Thankfully, by Thursday I was starting to feel like a human being again which brings us to today where I'm back to my old, chipper self.

 

Speaking of chipper, remember my last post way back in February? You know, the one about death? Thanks to everyone who commented on that post. It was nice to hear from you guys. I think I have the best readers out there on the Internets. Seriously, you all are awesome! Now, tell me how great I am too... This is a quid pro quo kind of a relationship, ya know.

 

If anything good came out of the pain, it was that I wasn't thinking about death as much. I was more concerned about feeling good in the present. Ironically, I believe that's the attitude I should have, pain or no pain. My new motto is: "Don't spoil what you have today by worrying about what may come." Now, if I can just follow my own advice. Easier said than done, especially during my least favorite month of the year. Oh, cold wind, how I hate thee.