As am I. I told you (and myself) that I’m going to crawl out of this disabling injury and into the sun. I don’t want to be in the “dark.” for too long.

Other forms of darkness besides being pressured to be bedridden, include finances. Especially that damn dialogue in my brain that ruminates on all the stress and disability of being unable to work.

But I can’t do anything about the fact that I’m off for two weeks. I shouldn’t predict how long I’ll be off for either. Catastrophic thinking never did me any good. Neither does unnecessary stressing over variables I can’t control.

There are resources for me to cling on to. And I’ll do that.

I’m trying to stay afloat: mentally and physically. There’s nothing I can do about being home for two weeks, except there is something I can do.

I’m taking a sabbatical. It may not be as fancy as traveling around town, but it’s basically a break for me to reconnect with and improve myself.

I am going to re-frame my mind. These two weeks will be treated as a vacation. I’ll keep telling myself that for as many times as I need to. It’s important to be thankful. And I so desperately want to turn my subtle frown upside down!

I’m going to take advantage of my time off by improving my physical health. Mainly: sleep and diet. These things are key, and I’m already making moves to do so! There’s also maintaining my range of motion, whether it be indoor or outdoor.

What about my mental health? Soothe soothe soothe. Distract. Smile. Move toward the sun. It’s really that simple.

This sabbatical looks like it takes a lot of work. Effort isn’t so bad. Especially if I try to enjoy it.

So here goes.

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