Happy Sunday Friends.
Life has a way of telling us to stop. Like FULL STOP.
I had the pleasure of this experience after my return from my Coastal trip a few weeks ago.
I was, as that band sang, “down with the sickness” for 24 hours.
I don’t do sick well. I don’t like my body not keeping up with what my mind wants to get accomplished. I don’t like how inconvient it is, showing up at the worst possible moments.
The last time I was sick was with Covid in January 2021. It was a very mild interaction. Think stuffy nose, raspy voice. Full stop.
I haven’t been sick since then. Not a cold, not a flu, no life altering disease or condition graced my doorstep. I’m incredibly thankful for that.
I used to think that my avoidance of illness was my complusive sanitatization of anything anyone may have touched, and the useage of purell to hide my secret smoking, which I have since kicked. The secret smoking not the sanitization.
Maybe it’s my “unicorn” genes.
I attribute the lack of illness over the last few years to the massive drop of cortisol levels in my body, my eating habits that include breakfast dessert and heavy carbs, regularly avoiding exercise and my positive attitude of gratitude.
I think modern medicine would find it facisinating to study all things Amber when I leave this crazy mad-cap thing we call life.
Fast forward to June 2025. Aches, fever, queasy tummy. I slept 20 out of 24 hours. I rehydrated, ignored all digital communnication and sunlight and let my body tell me what I needed to do.
All too often, we don’t listen to our bodies (or minds). It’s almost like if we can’t see it, it isn’t “a thing”. I remember when my youngest daughter used to play hide and seek and if she couldn’t see you, you couldn’t see her.
I guess what I’m trying to say, is remember to stop.
Remember to listen to your gut, and the rest of you.
And on that note, I’m heading back to my seat in the sun on my patio.
Happy Sunday friends.
xo
Amber
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