"I resist the muses but they sing to me in exile..." Idina Menzel
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
breathing in and out, slowly...
Once again I'm just getting to wishcasting at the end of the day. The past few days I've been battling an evil cold/sinus infection of doom because people I work with come in sick, spread germs everywhere and then seem perplexed when everyone else catches their shit. Argh. I hate colds. They're evil and I'm a baby.
"Our greatest happiness does not depend on the condition of life in which chance has placed us, but is always the result of a good conscience, good health, occupation, and freedom in all just pursuits." - Thomas Jefferson
This seems fitting on a day when I'm cursing my inability to breathe easily without a fit of coughs. I wish to attract good health. I wish to attract the strength to take better care of myself. I might not be able to avoid every cold that comes along, but I can do my best to limit what happens. I don't want to end up like my mother. She didn't take care of herself and she was miserable and died too young.
What are you wishing for?
As you wish for yourself, so I truly wish for you also...