So, most of us adults know that despite a cold, flu, or limb falling off-the world still turns mercilessly. Don't even get me started on the fact that mothers never get sick. Well, we do-but we better not slow down, laundry still piles up, kids still misbehave and husbands still wonder what is for dinner. (Sorry, honey-you are great, but you don't function when I'm sick either!)
Now, what about that novel sitting expectantly in your WIP folder, or the notebook, or scraps of paper?? Do you write when you are sick? This is our job, or at least that is how we should treat it. We all know that the boss hanging over our head, asking for a dr's note is usually what whips us into shape; knowing we must trudge into the building of despair that signs our measley paycheck. Too dreary?? Sorry...I must admit, that is how I truly feel about most of my full time jobs I've held in the past.
So, for this sickness...well, I called in sick. It was amazing, my boss was kind and understanding, then suddenly turned into this guilt tripping, irrational, emotional mess. She screamed at me for not coming to work. She taunted me with the best one liners. I could hardly believe it. Indignant, I told my husband about this demanding woman, the worst boss I've ever had!! He laughed at me; because he knows that boss is the woman I have become.
Now, I have to find the balance.
What about you?