I woke up Sunday morning to Holly (our golden retriever) poking her wet (and cold!) nose in my face. This is her way of saying it's time to get up. I lay there for a few minutes, going through the day's events. Boy, another packed day... so let's see - church, kick-off meeting for this Christian mom's blog, then an important goodbye party for someone at school. Check, check, check. OK, it's time to get up. Slowly, oh ever so slowly, I sat up, paused for a bit - and just sat there.
I felt awful. I mean, I wasn't sick or anything, but I just did not feel well. Fatigued and lethargic are good descriptions. I literally hit the wall. A full week of end-of-school activities and non-stop running around, not to mention (real) work, have done the job.
A shower, yeah, that should help. Get into the shower and you'll feel better, I told myself. Ten minutes later, and still feeling horrible, I walked slowly to the kitchen. Have some breakfast and you'll feel rejuvenated, I said to myself. So after my daily bowl of flax and oatmeal, I looked at the clock. Wow, it's almost time to leave for church. My mind was ready to go, but the body was not responding. This 44-year-old body just will not move. And suddenly, an epiphany...
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