I’ve said it before, being sick isn’t always a bad thing.

Before you call me crazy, remember that I’m an introvert (which is also not bad thing). Introverts need time to slow down and process what is going on in their lives. And with the quickening of pace at the beginning of the semester- I am no exception. Working a forty hour week on top of my classes has been intense, perhaps that’s why I’m sick, but more to the point, it’s why I need some down time to reflect. 

Perry’s sermon at ACF on Thursday night was about reminding us not to loose focus on life in the “now,” reminding us not to get caught up in grief over the past, or worries about the future because God has already taken care of both. Our duty is to live in the present and bring God’s kingdom to earth. 

I paused for about thirty five minutes on Thursday to remember that, and by the time I made it home I was worried about balancing homework and school and Gorillas at ACF this semester. Friday passed in much the same manner, but Saturday morning I woke up sick. I have a cold that makes me feel like there’s a dementor living in my sinus cavity, slowly but steadily sucking my soul up into the frontal lobe of my brain- you know the part that gets all fuzzy when you have a cold? Anyways, by eight o’clock I was sure I wasn’t going to make it, that I had something worse than a cold, a man-cold (you remember the commercial, I’m sure). Then, dun duhn nuhh! I discovered Nyquil, that blessed green nectar of the gods.

I slept like athlete in economics.

So today, I worked half my shift, came home, took another shot of Dayquil, and chased it with a Hershey kiss (Mary Poppins and her sugar got nothin’ on chocolate- it also keeps the dementors away). So now, I’m propped up in bed, reading Anne Lamott, reflecting on life, and real-time experiences with God.

Being sick isn’t always so bad.