"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."
That's a line from a John Lennon song. And I don't know about you, but I think the man was brilliant. A little eccentric, yes, but brilliant. Anyway, that line falls in line with the way my life goes about the same as my other favorite ascerbic life motto - "Blessed are they who expect nothing... for they are not disappointed."
My self imposed boot camp has been sidelined for a day or two. I am sick in the head. No, really. Inside my head - it's not feeling well. Can you tell by the way I'm writing? Or is it just the Dayquil talking?
Other than the queasy feeling in my stomach from all the sick in my head draining down my throat and into my stomach, I feel fine from the neck on down. Now, I've toyed with the idea of going ahead and doing some karate since my body minus head feels okay. And kata is supposed to be of the "mindless" type of martial arts. (You know what I mean...) So, why not?
I'll tell you why not...Because the huge cat fight going on inside my head prevents it. There's a tabby and an extra fluffy persian in there duking it out to see who can get out through my nostrils first. (Okay, I think this just confirmed...it IS the Dayquil talking!) I think if my okay-feeling-body were to do some jarring sparring (hee-hee) or some equally moving kicks, those cats would go slamming up against each side of my head and make it even worse.
So, instead, I'm planning my agenda for when the Kitty Cage Match is over...my head being the cage. I am hoping for some relief soon so I can get back on task.