Sick in January… Not ideal.

As I write today’s blog, I am sitting up in bed—not in bed. I am feeling better than I have been lately. I have been unwell all year (this is funny because we are only six days into the new year, you see). I was going to say sod it and not write a blog today. But I did that a lot last year and want that to change. With that being said, today’s blog may be pretty short. I haven’t decided yet. Welcome to said blog, by the way. Let’s talk about the new year so far.

There is much-unneeded pressure going into the new year. You must hit the ground running and kick off the new year with a bang. I have had a bad track record regarding the first few days of the new year. This year’s edition comes in the form of a chest infection and cough. We can all agree that it is not ideal—my feelings on the matter change from moment to moment. On the one hand, I can accept that my health isn’t where I would like it to be, which isn’t ideal. Or I can remind myself that I won’t be sick forever, and I can hit the ground running in a day or two once these antibiotics kick in.

This is all unoriginal, and I know you have been here before, too. I am on my fourth readthrough of Ryan Holiday's The Daily Stoic, and the first entry talks about how we must define what is in our control and what isn’t. My attitude towards all of this seems appropriate. It's good for me, I guess. That’s all I have to say on the matter. I will see you all again on Friday for some fiction. Thank you for reading, and thank you for your time.