I spent this past week sick. It was unpleasant in many ways. I couldn’t concentrate. I couldn’t meditate. I couldn’t read or write. I couldn’t breath easily. I didn’t feel like eating. I couldn’t sleep well. I had chills and body aches. I worried that my fever would fry my brain. Despite all the physical inconveniences, being sick provides perspective.
Being sick makes me mindful. I constantly check in with my breathing, because it is not so easy. I am constantly aware of how I am feeling, because it is so new and different from how I normally feel. I am not busy thinking about all the things I normally think about, because I am so focused on my experience. I treat myself compassionately.
When I am sick, I suffer. I get rest, drink fluids, take medicine, and practice mindfulness and compassion. I know that will help me get better. When I am healthy, I suffer. Then I meditate, practice mindfulness and compassion. I know that will help me get better.